So tonight we went to Brasil to hang with Keith and his fabu lady and I ordered a decaf eggnog latte. (Cristino asked if I wanted skim or 2% milk . . . dude, it has EGGNOG in it.) And Dave was so hungry he ordered a pizza that had anchovies on it and he hates anchovies. Which was actually funny because after 2 slices, he said, “What tastes so weird?”

“It’s probably the anchovies.”

“ANCHOVIES? There are anchovies on my pizza??”

“Aww, you poor thing. You really can’t think when you’re hungry, can you?”

They talk about men’s blood leaving their brains during sex so they can only think with one organ. I think Dave’s stomach does the same thing when he’s hungry. It’s like all the blood goes to his stomach and sits at a long table and bangs its silverware on the table until it gets served.

Anyway, I heard Cristino ask the girl to make my latte and I didn’t hear him say decaf, but then he had to help her make it so I was sure that it would wind up being decaf.

Um, it’s 1am and I have to work tomorrow and Dave’s gone to bed and I’m watching clips from Scrubs on YouTube.