I was just walking across the street to 7-11 in my post-beach getup—flip-flops, sundress and bikini. This fellow outside says, "I was watching you cross the street; let me get the door. Girl, your toes are so sexy. Love those feet." Uh, okay. I guess foot fetishes are alive and well.

My birthday, which is tomorrow, natch has been a weekend-long celebration. I suppose "the season" for the locals has begun. It's still hot as sin and the Snowbirds won't arrive for another month or so, but the social season down here is swirling.