May 17th, 2004



At Saturday’s gather, I voiced an opinion about a local brewpub. One of the gents seated across from me said, "We should listen to this guy. He looks like someone who knows his beer." As if this weren’t bad enough, when I looked over at him, he started patting his belly. That’s just fantastic. I’ve become someone whose physique is representative of my (bad) habits. There’s some consolation in that he was one of the pair who was drunkenly hitting on V, but still...

I feel pretty hotless.