“My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate — that’s my philosophy. “
— Thornton Wilder
What was on my plate over the last 24 hours?
The night before, I played the role of barfly at the Tavern with Josh (aka Pentacleus), Gullotta, Blake and Blake’s girlfriend Valerie.
While in character, I played darts with the above mentioned people and drank way too many mugs of Red Hook.
Why people give sharp pointed objects to drunk freaks is beyond me.
We listened to a hilarious comedian but I don’t remember his name.
During the night, a three way debate broke out between Gullotta, Blake, and I over who wrote the 1812 Overture. I backed the right pony, for once, by guessing Tchaikovsky.
Warm Stoli is the devil’s drink.
Talked books with the beautiful and engaging Valerie.
Earlier today, I was waved across the Walgreens parking lot by a guy who remarkably favored Stan Lee.
And, just so you know, re-heated spaghetti is a wonderfully delicious thing.
