Well, I talked to Moonvest over at CBS.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Musings.
I fell off of the 18 bus yesterday getting off at Orchestra Hall to go to Brit's. In front of, like, 50 people. My ankle is the size of a grapefruit.
My ego is the size of a pea.
My ego is the size of a pea.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Professional Athletes.
My dearest Dr. Rob,
This evening I had the pleasure of venturing to Williams, which apparently is a peanut bar in Uptown. I was aware of its existence but had never before been, and though I wasn't feeling well, I went to enjoy the company of my friends.
It reminded me a lot of the Sports Column. And not necessarily in a good way. Though, to be fair, I am a big fan of places where you throw your trash on the floor, provided that I don't have to be the one to clean up afterward. I would have enjoyed it considerably more had I not been feeling miserable. They played 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy'. I'll give you ten bucks if you can name the person of whom that song always makes me think. It's not difficult.
Shortly after our arrival, we noticed several guys on their cellphones yelling "DUDE JARED ALLEN IS HERE (insert male equivalent of OMG here)!!!!" I don't know who that is, but I texted Kent to ask. Instead of explaining it to me, he told me he'd give me $50 if I could get his autograph.
And you know how I like easy money.
So now I've got $50 coming to me, and I 'earned' it in a way that minimized embarrassment to me and my party. Buy you dinner the next time you're here?
xoxo,
p.p.
This evening I had the pleasure of venturing to Williams, which apparently is a peanut bar in Uptown. I was aware of its existence but had never before been, and though I wasn't feeling well, I went to enjoy the company of my friends.
It reminded me a lot of the Sports Column. And not necessarily in a good way. Though, to be fair, I am a big fan of places where you throw your trash on the floor, provided that I don't have to be the one to clean up afterward. I would have enjoyed it considerably more had I not been feeling miserable. They played 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy'. I'll give you ten bucks if you can name the person of whom that song always makes me think. It's not difficult.
Shortly after our arrival, we noticed several guys on their cellphones yelling "DUDE JARED ALLEN IS HERE (insert male equivalent of OMG here)!!!!" I don't know who that is, but I texted Kent to ask. Instead of explaining it to me, he told me he'd give me $50 if I could get his autograph.
And you know how I like easy money.
So now I've got $50 coming to me, and I 'earned' it in a way that minimized embarrassment to me and my party. Buy you dinner the next time you're here?
xoxo,
p.p.
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