Damn you, good times!
From a shaded spot in a low chair next to the lake, you ponder what you might have said last night to send your lady into a rage before she stormed out this morning. At least you have the Burton Street Tracker Trucker Hat to shade your sensitive eyes as you wait for a bite. Even better; the cold beer in your hand is almost as good as the number you glace at in the other. Now, if you can only remember her name before you call.