Baby It's Cold Outside

I need a little Richie to get the blood moving and warm me the hell up!

I really can't stay
      ~ Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away
      ~ Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been
      ~ Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
      ~ I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

My mother will start to worry
      ~ Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor
      ~ Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry
      ~ Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more
      ~ Put some music on while I pour

The neighbors might think
      ~ Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
      ~ No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
      ~ Your eyes are like starlight
To break the spell
      ~ I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

I ought to say no, no, no, sir
      ~ Mind if I move closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
      ~ What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
      ~ Baby don't hold out

Ahh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go
      ~ Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no
      ~ Ooh darling, it's cold outside
This welcome has been
      ~ I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
      ~ Look out the window at that storm

My sister will be suspicious
      ~ Man, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
      ~ Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
      ~ Gosh your lips are delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more
      ~ Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home
      ~ Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me a comb
      ~ It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
      ~ I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see
      ~ How can you do this thing to me?

There's bound to be talk tomorrow
      ~ Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
      ~ If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
      ~ Get over that hold out

Ahh, but it's cold outside

Holy hell. I love Boston. I really do. I mean where else could you walk two blocks in any direction and not be able to avoid a dead-end street? Where else can you enjoy the splendah of the Chahles Rivah?

But I swear to God, it's mornings like these that make me wanna pack up and move to Aruba. It was 1 Fahrenheit this morning at 5:15 when I left for the train.

For those of you who have no concept of how cold that is, here's a little tutorial.

How to know when it's MFC
(that's Mighty Fucking Cold, in case you didn't know):

...When you inhale through your nose, your nostrils seal shut

...When you breathe through your mouth, and not through a scarf, your lungs hurt

...When you look at at your fellow travelers, you can't tell who has boobs and who doesn't because of all the layers.

...If you have a micro-thin slice of skin showing between your glove and your coat, it turns red almost instantly.

...If you haven't completely blown your hair dry before leaving the house, it's frozen solid.

On the plus side, the air is so clear, you can see for miles, and my grande hot chocolate from whore-bucks has never been more worth the money!

~ Hath