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vyeseleph met me outside my dreadful office job yesterday afternoon and we skipped* over to Jamba Juice for some big sugary smoothies. Why are the employees of Jamba always so cheerful? And there's always incredibly cheerful music playing there, like Junior Senior's Move Your Feet and S Club 7. The smoothies themselves tasted like Potrero Center.

We sub'd down to the West Village to see Boise. It would have been so nice to pick up our tickets and have a delightful stroll, but there was something of a deluge going on. So we lurked in Two Boots for a slice, and browsed one of the West Village's many tacky adult stores. ($20 seems like a pretty good price for a blown-glass dildo, am I wrong?)

We enjoyed the play quite a bit. I'd review it for you, but the review above is much better than what I could churn out. I can't even figure out the moral of the story. The best we could come up with is: don't rationalize trying to cheat on your wife or she'll leave you and you'll try to have sex with your sister before being sent to jail for assaulting a coworker. Did I mention it was funny? And the actress who played the protagonist's temptor? So hot.

* - it seems like nobody skips anymore.