Three Martini Lunch

I just had an hour-long lunch with David MSC, who is here in town on business. Well, it was supposed to be an hour, be we ended up BSing until 3.

If Dave ever offers you lunch, take him up on it. Smart, funny guy. We swapped tall but true tales for a couple hours, then he stole the tab out from under me.

While I was gone, Dawn Olsen launched her poll to dertermine the sexiest male in the blogosphere. I’m on the list, thus providing conclusive proof that I’m not the only one around here who sometimes starts drinking early.

Vote early, vote often. Later, Dawn will be raffling off my old boxer-briefs.