Sometimes a tweet sums it all up.  As I stumbled down the street yesterday in a dark wool suit yesterday after an outdoor networking event, this is all I cold muster.  I made it about a half mile, at a snail’s pace,  before the floodgates absolutely opened up.  Just before I walked past Funky Murphy’s Bar on Shrewsbury St, packed and full length windows all open, the sweat started to flow.  I was like a heat wave car wreck to the people in the bar.  They couldn’t look away or even try to hide their shame, disgust and/or horror!