You know what boob day is. It’s the first day of spring where all the women in New York collectively and gleefully wear tank tops or teeshirts or some other IT-IS-WARM-OMG!!! outfit. It’s the death of winter, and the onset of a summer full of a drop of sweat on the small of a woman’s back and tan skin and warm smiles and all the rest of it. I LOVE it. And it was yesterday. I am so pleased, friends. We didn’t freeze to death for another year. And you know what that means? It’s time to play…..