Tonight?  Euchre.  I always bitch about having to drive all the way over to St. Paul, as if it's the end of the world, even though it borders Minneapolis, but...when you live up here, you quickly learn that to the average Minneapolitan, St Paul might as well be the moon.  But it's worth going clear to the other side of downtown to see everyone.

K:  There is nothing on TV anymore.  I don't even know why I own a damn TiVo.
Me:  Heroes comes back on in a month.  Heroes, and my man Sylar.
K:  Damn.  You are one sick puppy, you know that?

Oh...and the subject line of this post?  A t-shirt that M once saw a guy wearing in a Walmart.  Good times.

Well, I got through euchre night at my house.  I was nervous about it because it was a weeknight and nice out and people had been cancelling, but 8 people showed up--exactly enough for two tables, you need exactly 4 people to play a euchre game, since I imagine 99% of people who read this will have no idea what euchre is--and it ended up being very relaxed.  Samih in particular was in rare form.  We learned that he knows all the Spice Girls names, and that he does a passable Mr. T impression ("I pity da fool dat don't trump dat ace!"), and that if you respond to his bizarre stream-of-consciousness rambling with "Have you taken your drugs today?", he will look at his arm for track marks.  

It's always a fun night when you're at a table full of straight men who are giggling hysterically, even though not a single beer has been consumed.

Also...happy birthday, hippywitchknits!  Though I hope you are doing something fun and not sitting at home alone reading other people's lj's.