ham fisted theatrics

I am back in New York.

It is fifty degrees (warm) outside and my room is a wasteland, just how I left it a month ago. I have an audition for some Sierra Mist commercials later today. Back to the adventure.

The pilot on the way in, when everything was shrouded in fog:

"If the landing's a little bumpy, you can blame the autopilot."

Like I said: adventure.