Just like you, Matt Wild plays (played?) in a rock and roll band and is constantly broke. He has all his original hair, however, and weeps openly at baseball games.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Four
...spent last night with E. at Foundation. Discussed menu options for our 8th annual "Pre-Thanksgiving Food 'n Booze" extravaganza. Spent six dollars on four drinks.
I suppose I should just come out and admit it: I've been having a series of vivid, vaguely sexual dreams involving future Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. Nothing outrageous, mind you (those dreams are reserved solely for Velma from Scooby-Doo), but intimate and disconcerting nonetheless. Sure, she'll soon become one of the most powerful women in the country (sorry Bea Arthur), but she's what…80 goddamn years old? I've been with older women before, but to crib a line from Blazing Saddles, "Thirty-three's my limit on schnitzengruben."
Interestingly, my friend Z. recently confessed to having fevered Pelosi dreams as well. Is there something going on here that I should know about? Dear readers (not you, mom), I implore you: if you've had similar experiences as of late, please don't hesitate to open up and share. Only together can we make sense of this strangely erotic yet increasingly disturbing mess.
Also: Dear God, do we really have to endure all this Tenacious D shit again?
Furthermore: I've been surviving on a never-ending series of close calls and dumb luck. How about you?
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