My friend's boyfriend, that is; I think he did an apt job at encapsulating my whole being in 17 morae. Because apparently there are people who name their cats "Megan." And the dog in Blue Valentine? It's sin enough giving a child that name--no offense, other Megan's.
That same weekend at a happy hour for our teaching program--perhaps reason for me later bailing on bowling and being labeled a consummate lightweight--I chatted with a fellow fellow about his folk(ish) band from Baltimore. Checkitout...I was grooving to the jams a few snow days back. Now I'm jamming to the Beach Boys...yeeeeeah...
