Tonight Sarah was in town, and to celebrate Adam, his blushing bride Julia, some of the Mythbuster people, and I went to dinner at Platanos (a restaurant we selected after our first choice turned out to be closed on Mondays and our second choice revealed itself to be now out of business, an amazing trickledown series of rapid-fire decisions that actively involved at least three circling cars and six separate cellphones). But Plantanos turned out to be perfectly serviceable, thanks in no small part to its amazing white wine sangria and its love of frying, and then frying again.

Conversation was lively, of course, covering everything from real estate opportunities to dog murderers. We also talked at some length about Sarah's breasts, which looked good, good enough to double-fry. "It's the new bra," she said, but I don't know of any bra that makes a person's ass look good. But if there is such a thing, then I think your hunt for what to get me for Christmas is over.

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)

(PS: My diary has officially moved over to my official evany.com website. Let's meet up over there!)