It felt like a black and white Friday.

It’s 57 Fahren here today, and I can barely contain myself.

If you see someone doing handsprings down the boulevard, you probably just had an Elen sighting.

Please don’t dial 911.

I’m having too much fun.

It’s a wing festival for date night tonight. Wings and craft beers. I swoon.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar beer tent in 3…2…1…

Elen