I last minute decided to go to dinner with E, Yells Alot and her daughter, but the latter two stood us up, so we met with E's dad and his cologne splashed friend at Lulu. It was a fun time, but that fucking reisling wine was too strong and it did not mix well with my rustic tuscan goat cheese onion and sun dried tomato salad. i feel slightly sick and nuts now.

The highlight of the two sixty year old+ gentleman's conversation was near the end of our dinner, when they began razzing each other about rushing home to look at "nuns in bondage" on the internet.