Random Esquire

1. Oh, Friday, thou art more beautiful than D cups.

2. Just when I thought I might write something a bit more thoughtful, something stupid (and untrue) comes out my fingers like #1.

3. My personal challenge to compliment a stranger went bust. Let me tell you why. Because compliments are supposed to be thoughtful and the most thought I could muster up for a complete stranger had something to do with how he or she (and invariably, it was a she) looked and that seemed, well, creepy. I tried again today but the closest I came was complimenting a woman on her parallel parking and that just didn’t seem quite right, either. Tomorrow is a new day. I’ll give it another go.

4. If you had a record in the Guinness Book of World Records, what would it be? This came to mind amid the David Blaine hub-bub that took place here in Chicago earlier this week. You know which one is disgusting? Longest fingernails. There’s not enough cocaine in the world to excuse that.

5. Dinner and drinks tonight. Followed by dinner and drinks tomorrow night. In fact, dinner and drinks for the rest of my life. It sort of makes me tired just thinking about it.

6. Europe is two weeks away. Perhaps Plush will hold down the blog front while I am away. I suspect I would return to find my blog turned into a coffee klatsch of debauchery and mayhem, all skillfully orchestrated by an innocent looking Plush.

1.  Plush now has posting privileges.  I like that she kicked things off with a masturbation story.

2.   I have a 48 hours cold bug.  I am being optimistic.  Today, I blew my nose and I believe I may have blown bubbles in my eye.  I spent much of my afternoon trying to recreate this.

3.   I sleep with the patio door ajar because I like cold air when I am sleeping.  While Little Filthy fell asleep on his own bed, I awoke up to find him pushing the covers up with this head in an attempt to crawl into the bed.   My bed.  I said, “hey!” and he stopped and looked at me.  I think he emoted, “It’s cold in this dump.”  So I let him under the covers.

4.  Plush and I will be meeting a blog reader for dinner this weekend at Nacional 27.  Dinner, drinks…and hell, it’s a Salsa bar so we may just have to get up and shake it.