Earlier this week I had my ultimate game. We beat one of the two undefeated teams in the league. This should put us in 3rd or 4th place of about 25 teams.

I’m trying to put a kickball team together for this fall but I’ve only been able to get three people to commit.

The other night I walked around my neighborhood drinking a big coffee mug of wine, smoking cigarettes, talking on the phone, and laughing lots. It was a lot better than it sounds.

Yesterday we had a fire in our office building. Apparently there was a welding accident. After the alarm went off we started filing down the stairs. I’m on the thirty-fourth floor. By the time we got to the twenty-fifth floor we could smell the smoke which was a little unnerving. It took a while to get down all thirty-five flights. By the time we got to the bottom the fireman and put out the small fire and were loading up to go. If there is one thing I know about firemen it’s this: they’re pussy magnets. This girl in my office was watching them load up and she was literally starring at them with unblinking eyes and jaw dropped. I walked up to her and said “you better close your mouth and put on a smile for those cute firemen.” She quickly snapped out of whatever fantasy she was having. Giggled. Smiled. Blushed. Then ran off.