Baby it's cold outside

In the past two days the temperature has dropped like 20 degrees. Tonight's low for Louisville, KY is expected to be 34 degrees. The leaves are starting to change color and were already into the second Quarter of Football season. Autumn has officially arrived!

Tonight would be the ideal night to celebrate my love for Allyson. I can just picture it now... A nice little fire in the place that people put fires inside a home. Obviously a bottle of Merlot. Nothing under 10 bucks, only the best for my baby! I wouldn't even be to concerned with the vintage just as long as the wine gave me rosy cheeks and a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

I think a Wilson Phillips CD would be a can't miss for an occasion such as this. Dimming the lights and sitting on the couch with our shoes off goes without saying. Gazing into each others eyes like we did all those many years ago, and then finally consummating the night by going into the bedroom, what a night that would make for. Unfortunately, romantic episodes like this only take place in my head and on Time Life infomercials.

The brutal dismal reality of tonight is that I have to work. No Wilson Phillips. No Merlot. Not even a fire in my imaginary fire place. Just me leaving the house and heading off to work in the cold and lonely night. As a matter of fact I don't even have a coat to wear.

I used to have a coat just like the one in the picture up above, but that was years ago long before I met Allyson . I'm sure some of you remember my green coat. During the 80's I lived in my beloved green coat. It had all sorts of pockets and it was really warm, and unlike my Time Life fantasy it was real.

Willsix used to make fun of me for wearing it all the time. I can remember passing him in the hall ways at school or eating lunch with him and listening to him berate the Kleenex stuffed pockets of that beautiful coat (I had pretty bad allergies due to leaf dust and chalk dust when I lived in NJ, hence the need for a box of Kleenex stuffed in the pockets of that green coat at all times).

As the years went by I had a couple of other coats that I liked. One from an Amoco gas station where I worked that had my first name stenciled on it. Corky. A couple of Buffalo Bills jackets. One was like a white poncho and the other one was blue with buttons. Both very nice jackets but nothing compared to the green dream. Last year I tried breaking in a new jacket but the first time that I wore it in NJ the Birdman called it a Triple Fat Goose. That's basically the last time I wore a jacket. Allyson tried to tell me that she didn't like the jacket either but she is a little more sensitive then the Birdman, and didn't put it so frankly.

With all of that said, I'm still very excited about the cold weather and the first night of Autumn and don't worry too much about Coatless Captain Corky, I have plenty of sweatshirts and a lot of very wonderful sweaters.