Last night, on the way to Spencer's, Jen and I stopped to eat pizza and drink Yuengling 40s on a park bench. Apparently Pittsburgh is like New Orleans 'cause you can walk around with liquor bottles in your hands and no one cares.

But you can not take those 40s out of the freezer in the corner store by yourself. I got yelled at: "This ain't no self-serve! Get out of there!" All the loitering homeless men laughed at me, one of them kissed my hand and then my shoulder. After that we ducked away to drink in peace in the park.

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Catching up with Lisa in her bar - she looks so beautiful, and her hair! Her hair is the most princess of any princess hair. She has put me to shame. Anyway, I started with: "To end our never-ending boy conversation..." and she countered with "Oh, god, I need another cigarette."