You win some you lose some.

Well last night wasn't a total loss. My friend Angelo and I made a valiant effort to go to Union Hall in Brooklyn to see Eugene Mirman and Michael Showalter. We missed the show, but now we know Union Hall is a pretty cool place to be. And I do like the ladies. I sure do.
I really do like them you know.

Anyways, Angelo and I tried to talk to Showalter and get blown off as he made a desperate grab at passing friends to hold his attention. It's cool, whatever. Fucking Showalter. Saw were the show was, realized there had to be a trial run at sometime, we went up to the bar and had a Guinness apiece. On the way back home we had twinkies and soda, said "hi" to the same train conductor twice on the same line (what are the odds Angelo asked? I ventured they might be somewhere around 1 in 6). Got back to Bloomfield at 12, drove Angelo home to West Milford, I didn't get home till 1:30, which really helped the fact that I had to wake up at 4:30 for work at 5:45. I'm not tired. I'm just bored at this point. I'm going to go work out, and hope an extra few pounds of muscles makes me that much less of a nerd.