Baby, It’s Cold Outside!
I do love that song. It’s one of the very few songs I enjoy no matter who performs it (it’s rare that I like a remake of a song – the only few I can think of off the top of my head are Hazy Shade of Winter, by the Bangles, and American Pie, by Madonna). But Baby, It’s Cold Outside is brilliant no matter who sings it.
The first version I knew was the Dinah Shore version (with Buddy Clark). I remember thinking the song was so dirty for Dinah to be singing. Then there’s the Louis Armstrong Verve remix with Velma Middleton. More recently, I’m digging the campy Tom Jones and Cerys version.
But today’s post is about the actual temperature. BRRR! Baby, it IS cold outside. Winter hasn’t even begun yet and it’s in the teens…and we already have more snow this season than we did all of last winter.
Still, it didn’t stop the Annual Speedo Santa Run in Boston. Hundreds of men (and more and more women each year) wear their red and green speedos and run through the streets of Boston’s Back Bay. And this year I’ve noticed some folks in blue speedos representing the Jews! I love it (one even had an illuminated mannorah hat)! This took place on Saturday. By Sunday, Randy and I never left the apartment except to shovel the 8 inches of heavy, wet snow that fell.
After all of the parties (and Randy’s travels) it was kind of nice to do nothing and go nowhere. Today, he’s heading to Santa Fe so yesterday was his last chance for a lazy day until sometime in January. I hope he enjoyed it!
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And every day we who miss the parade can look forward to your picture on the blog. A sign of Christmas almost here….So you managed to survive a weekend that was NOT a social whirl? 😉
Oh, well – I wouldn’t go that far. On Friday we did the Harvard holiday party. That night we got together with friends for cards. After the Speedo Run we went to a party up in Ipswich.
But Sunday was social-free!
OMG – you’re too much! You’re going to be the one in the old folks home trying to start a game up every night and trying to pick up the young male attendants for a “little whirl around the floor”.
Damn, I missed the run again – I’ve got to manage to get into Boston eventually to actually see these guys running in the flesh.