Coffee Chick's Party; Harvey Birdman

So the Coffee House Chick and I have no residual awkwardness from her informing me she has a boyfriend. She invited me to a party at her house. I went. It was okay. The beer was good and cold, and some of the conversation was sparkling. But most times at parties, well, I'm just not in my natural element. It's a rare occasion where I pour out the sparkling conversation like a Roman fountain. Oh well.

And completely unrelated: I forgot just how funny Harvey Birdman, Attorney-at-Law can be. I watched an episode last night. Was delightfully funny.

There, hopefully that should satisfy you all with a view of my personal life. For my political insights and social commentary, go to Restless Mania, although soon we are switching over to TypePad and will be located here.