There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear, but let’s try to parse it, shall we? It seems as though Drake, who’s already proclaimed his love of white wine spritzers, is fully morphing into a character in a Nancy Meyers movie, one just trying to find herself. Note the menopausal uniform of a loose, white button-down layered over an ecru lace “fun” top, white (Chico’s?) capris, and (Tuscan leather?) loafers he wore while hosting the ESPYs last night. How’s that kitchen remodel going, buddy? Maybe you and Rita Wilson can talk about it while sitting in deck chairs and laugh-crying.