Ahh, the last days of summer. I remember crying every Labor Day weekend at the thought of going back to school again. When I was between the ages of six and eighteen, Jerry Lewis and his telethon could bring on instant depression. While I’m not quite that unhappy about fall in New York City anymore, the end of summer still does make me a bit blue. So I am going to celebrate it this weekend by doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING…sounds delicious. To kick it off, I spent some time in Starbucks drinking a cappuccino and drawing my fellow Labor Day weekend revelers. What a motley crew we are…Happy barbecue all!