I took yesterday off to help a friend out with a doctor’s appointment. Some people just hate the thought of hospitals so I offered to hang out in the waiting rooms while a series of needed tests where completed. Even though the Kaiser building was new the waiting room had a distinct smell of polyester, urine, and Matlock. I made myself useful by reading blogs, thinking what I wanted for Christmas, and spending way to long helping a 137 year old lady fix a strap on the purse she got in Boca. We arrived at eight, and finally dragged my bleacher butt out to the parking lot around two. With a new appreciation for Andy Griffith.
Here’s yet another awkward picture of Steve in a bathroom mirror. I think I need to take a night class on how to hold a phone and smile.
Speaking of which, at the Beerbust on Sunday Mike pointed to a gaggle of moes next to us, all six of them had their IPhones out and where shaking to exchange numbers and then snapping photos of each other. “Awwww, a gaggle of igays” Mike said sarcastically. Sadly, I pulled out my phone to check how close they would register on Grindr.