My Heart Will Go On, John Madden....

Continuation of the documention of the mundane:

Last night, I watched John Madden: My Road to Canton. I realized that I have an ex-boyfriend who bears a slight physical resemblance to John Madden.

Dog parks are odd places. The dogs I travel with like the dog park, although they seem to stay in their own pack. I think they prefer having a different yard in which to sniff, shit, and pee.

My friend Brian sent me the above photograph shortly after he walked by this restaurant. I'm going to try to eat there when I'm in DC for a conference. It's the ultimate date restaurant. I wonder if one can order the "You're Going to Go On and Make Babies" pad thai while romancing a Thai man-woman hooker (man-woman hooker is an inside joke).

EDIT: After showing the Thai Tanic picture to a couple of folks in the office, one of them submitted this photograph from his DC vacation for consideration:

Conversation with My Brother

He lives in San Francisco, and he told me the following (IM conversation transcript):

David: did i tell you i met kid rock?

me: no
is he as gross in person as he seems on tv?

David: nah, he actually was clean. drunk and looking for a cab in the marina the other night. my boss and i stopped and talked to him for a few minutes. we were gonna give him a lift but we didn't have room in the rover

me: you didn't give kid rock a ride?
that's the most awesome thing i've ever heard

David: we would've but we couldn't fit him.
my boss is a huge fan too. she actually had his cd in the truck
she is from michigan too