What a great weekend. We had a good meal with friends on Friday (you NFL fans will appreciate that we saw Clinton Portis—and his pimp ass ride—at the restaurant), watched football yesterday and had a hot dinner date; this morning D ran his first 8k and then we checked out a new church.
Among the smile-inducing soundbites from the weekend were these:
“Megan, it was so bad. I looked at him and water just started pouring out of my eyes. What do you people call that….yeah; tears.” –Roberto (who never cries)
“I broke up with my boyfriend on Monday. I caught him having a casual encounter on Craigslist. With a tranny.” –An acquaintance at dinner
“Oh, doctor. I can’t wear these anymore; I can’t feel my legs.” –Dan, on crazy American Apparel underpants.