Baby, the way y’all got it cracking just about EVERY Sunday for almost six months straight, I wouldn’t be surprised if somebody was having a New Year’s Eve Day party in these near subzero temperatures. Inside, outside, upstairs, front patio, back patio, concrete patio, street shutdown – the folks were day partyin’ for dear life! That Sunday before Labor Day I was day partying ‘til midnight! And I know for a fact there was one in November. I’m trying to remember if I saw any turtlenecks and/or leg warmers combined with sundresses and sandals. The best one was that first one at the Marquee, with the one in Clayton as a runner up.