It Was True...

I guess Crazy Larry really did move to Jacksonville. I'm really going to miss him - in his stead was a 300-pound chain smoking woman who asked me for a dollar but failed to comment on my good hair day or cute shoes. Sigh. Maybe I'm heartless, but if you're going to convince me that you're having a rough time of it, morbid obesity and an expensive vice are not two qualities you should possess.

I'm happy today because Stephanie took my advice and started reading Blue Angel, and it seems she likes it so far. I take so little time to read real literature, instead opting for funny shorts like those of David Sedaris (one more time, read his stuff), so I'm glad that what few choices I can offer up are good ones.

Due to the aforementioned migraine of yesterday, I missed an excellent evening boozing it up at Applebee's. Stephanie provided me with a general recap of the "And Hilarity Ensues" that goes on even without me:

"Kevin ranted about how he would turn Sagot into a pimp, complete with clothing description and gangster-dialogue. It was great to hear proper, mild Kevin say, 'wazzup my bitches??' and demonstrate swaggering about with a cane 'that had a huge motherf***ing diamond on the top.'"

I couldn't have said it better myself if I'd been there. Oh, and Kevin rocks.