There Are So Many Things to Talk About...

We had a great time at The Poorhouse last night, as usual, thanks to all of our dancin' machine friends. I was a little disappointed that there were no fouls on the court, but Evan did manage to throw a few three-pointers from the outskirts of the crowd, so I guess that's okay. I noticed Bandito working the hookup with some freakin' hotties, so I can only guess that he's probably locked up in one of their broom closets right now, begging for his pants back.

Broom closet. Who the hell has a broom closet anymore?

Someone mentioned something about Gidget last night, which really made me miss my basic cable. You could try to say The Flying Nun was a better Sally Field vehicle, but you'd be wrong...then I'd beat you down Shannen Doherty-style...you'd go on to make a lewd videotape with Rick Saloman...and, well, you know the rest of the story.

We'll be at Dada tonight for Yikes!, so come on out and try to stump the master at Pop Culture Poker. I've been mopping the internet with Wilkins all week (who I consider to be a fellow master, which made it all that much sweeter when I squashed him with a one-two punch of Robbie Benson and Wendy Jo Sperber) but I suppose he's allowed a re-match. Come on out, and bring your ear plugs, because it could get nasty if he tries to pull that Dustin Nguyen crap again.

I would like to add that Wilkins is one of my favorite people this week, not just because he lets me beat him at Pop Culture Poker, but because he bestowed the entire second season DVD set of Magnum P.I. upon me...with bonus episodes of The A-Team AND Knight Rider. He's got all of his bases covered for my birthday, which is just over one month away. You will hear so much about that in the next few weeks, you'll get me the Saved By The Bell first season on DVD just to shut me up.

See you tonight!
Mags