We need to stop meeting like this. Hungover. Yesterday included a jaunt down to Princeton for record shopping and yet another lunch at Wegmans. I’ve got a day and a half left…

The first of the Halloween parties occurred last night at a bar in West Caldwell. Ken, KT and Hornet arrived late, as they were lost in a haunted corn maze. I was…

Hangover. Yuck. I shouldn’t have kept ordering those double vodka tonics. I shouldn’t have switched to whiskey before I left the club. I mean…maybe I should have, I don’t know. I had…

The author poses with The Frisky editor Amelia McWhat’s-her-twat. Opportunities like this arise maybe once or twice in the lifespan of a blog. Folks, last night I had a chance to hang…

Today I woke up relatively late. I slept until 11am, which is later than I’ve slept in months. See, what happened was, I went out last night and got trashed. Apparently before…

No Gail Simmons sightings today. I awoke in New Jersey and drove my mother to work so that I could use her car for the day. Breakfast was a leftover Ess-A-Bagel, which…

Oh, what a weekend. It’s Sunday night now. I’m exhausted, still hungover, my voice is nearly shot, and I would go so far as to say last night was one of the…

Mssr. Hornet Montana totally changed the operating system on my laptop last night while everyone was engrossed in Pig Hunt. Now I don’t know what’s what anymore. I know that I can…

Good morning, blog readers. Or should I say, good evening. That’s…not a good way to open a blog entry. Hi, everyone. No, that doesn’t work either. Ah, Jersey. My home state. My…