I'd give you my account of the rest of last weekend, but one of the fringe benefits of spending it with Mr. Bruce is that it has already been thoroughly covered. Except for the fact that (due to weird trip scheduling quirks), I took his girlfriend out for lunch and a movie today. I promised Matt I'd show her a good time but, given that she's his girlfriend, not TOO good of a time. I hope I succeeded on that front. We went to Anchorman, largely because I just haven't gotten enough David Koechner in my life since the demise of The Fops. Funny stuff, and I particularly liked Steven Carell as a really dumb guy.

I'd type more, but I Love The '90s is about to start.