"I'm becoming like everybody else... And I'm strangely elated!"

I can't wait until tomorrow is over. Any three day workweek deserves my excitement and praise. And copious amounts of pumpkin pie.

So, I am really craving bananas right now. Just thought you'd like to know.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, whilst I was less-than-enjoying the oniony aftertaste in my strawberry parfait (it was so disgusting, I'm not even kidding), I was also taking in the eye candy.

I was at Beef's with Danhole, the Corporate Warmongerer Formally Known as Francois of Hoggetowne, and Sarah (the one Dan describes as "Jibber Jabber Sarah," due to her impressively rapid and expressive speech patterns), watching the ill-fated game that I refuse to talk about. After that last sentence. So there.

Anyway, as is customary with any Gator game viewing at a local sports bar, attractive men posted up at the bar, and we just happened to have a booth that was not only next to the bar, but near one of the larger teles showing the game. Sarah and I, rather strategically, happened to be sitting on the side of the booth that not only gave us optimal view of the game, but quite a view of the cuter, younger male Gator fans as well. Never mind the fact we had our backs to the crap-ass Annual Bowden Bowl, Sponsored by Depends Undergarments. This was going to be wondrous!

And wondrous it quickly became, as Sarah and I spotted an absolutely pleasant-to-look at gentleman wearing an orange and blue Gators pullover (plus one), khaki shorts (plus two), and Reefs (plus three, at least in my book).

To paraphrase Mr. Herbert the Pervert from FG, it must've been my birthday!

I was going to summarize the next set of events so as to minimize my own humiliation. Somehow, I find I am hard pressed to do so at this very moment. So, I'm going to leave it alone. At least, until tomorrow.