Another thing you can count on finding here is lots of discussion about food. Remember the classic Eddie Murphy bit about "I'm not hungry, I'll just have a salad ... I don't know why my stomach is making that noise ... 'Cause you hungry, bitch!" I am not that girl. I love to eat. Pizza, cheese fries, pork roll and cheese, steak and potatoes, fried anything, I love it all. If it's bad for you, I am all in. I frequently wonder how I'm not 400 pounds.

So last night my old roommate, BAM, and I went to the Melting Pot that recently opened in town. We started with the cheddar cheese fondue starter, then had a little salad (I didn't say I didn't eat salad, just that it's not the ONLY thing I eat), then moved on to the s'mores dessert fondue. And of course, this was accompanied by a bottle of cabernet. Cheese, chocolate and wine for dinner. Good times.

After that, I made a quick trip to my crack house of commerce, Borders, where there was a couple wandering around with suitcases on wheels. It's not like they were next to a hotel or airport, since we're in suburbia, so why the baggage? I love Borders and I've certainly bought enough there to fill several suitcases, but I've never actually walked in with luggage. You know those signs in the subway that ask you to report anything suspicious? This was suspicious to me. Who should I call?

And finally, on the way to work this morning I was listening to a mix tape I made a few years ago (which features, among others, Cake, Tracy Chapman, Bob Marley, Sheryl Crow, Dr. Dre, Blues Traveler, Neil Diamond and Sublime - it was one of THOSE days). The song that gave me pause was Rupert Holmes' Escape (The Pina Colada Song). Everything's fine (cheesy, but fine) until we get to 'it was my own lovely lady ... we laughed for a moment.' Is there anyone on earth who would have laughed for a moment about that? I wish I could have been in O'Malley's the night that happened. That'd have been a sweet brawl to bear witness to.