Well, I went to NYC this past weekend for their Tartan Day parade (Scots wha' hae!!!) and I actually had a good time. I really dislike NYC, but this was a good day. After the parade, I hung out at the St.Andrew's Pub w/a group of Scots over for holiday. We shot the shit for three hours, it was great. Then I saw a friend ex-girlfriend who I haven't seen in 11 years; she was up from FL. We talk on the phone quite a bit but that's not the same. Then I went to this place called the Blue Fin. Very nice place, but man did I feel out of place. This, and the bar upstairs, W, were way out of my league. Not financially, just, well, I'm not one of the beautiful people. I think wearing a kilt and my leather jacket with all my punk rock stuff painted on it was a tip-off. But the people there were actually very pleasant and most accomodating. I was bloody shocked! One of the hostesses was hitting on me. Well, I think she was. This isn't Hooters were the girls have that stuff down to a science. Anyhow, after dinner, I went up to the bar and spent 2 hours hanging out with 2 tipsy Irish girls. They were sweet. Then I drove home. Wouldn't have been so bad, but daylight savings time started to catch up with me about 20 miles from home. It was actually a good time, wow. What a start to spring break. Well, fun's over, got lots of required reading to do. Stay tuned for part II of my thesis on celebrity.