Whoah, I had a rude awakening. I didn't even realize it was Daylight Savings Time until I turned on my computer and a little window popped up informing me of the time change. And they say these things aren't helpful.

Some guy from work saw me drinking scotch at the bar Friday night and immediately assumed I knew everything there is to know about the drink. He looked at my shot of Johnnie Walker Black and said "Man, that's some hard shit!" which prompted my Jamaican friend Dean to snark: "He said das hard? Das not hard, das soft! He just weak, mon." Heh. Dean doesn't speak much, but he's got a silver tongue when he does.

So now this guy's going to take me to some high-end bar near the Aronoff that has about 50 different kinds of scotch for a tasting expedition on his dollar. heh. An example of being in the right place at the right time, especially when drunk people are involved.

And we already know about our lovely and bercool Alexis, but now that Mallory's set has finally gone up, it is safe to say that Philadelphia girls are plain and simply hot!

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