Three Imaginary Girls

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I'm writing this blog post while sequestered in my bedroom, with my nose practically pressed up against the portable window AC that is probably doing a better job destroying what remains of our natural environment than it is actually cooling my personal one. Still, the rest of my place is a balmly 91 degrees. Yes, at 9:30pm. I live in an old brick oven, basically, and I wilt, easily.

I'm not one to go on about the weather normally (bo-ring), but c'mon. This weekend was ridiculously hot. 

Speaking of hot, did anyone see any hot hot live show action? I know both imaginary ChrisB and shrie are regretting that they missed Glass Candy, so I'm sure they'd welcome any commentary from imaginary readers.

Help entertain me in my sweltering state by telling me about your show-going adventures.