“Tonight, we dine in hell!”

Ah, sweet sweaty Sunday. Ran 12km in 1hr25mins this morning. Averaging 7min09s per km, including walk breaks. Not bad. Beautiful sunny weather, with just a smidgeon of deadly ice.

*Edited: was told the sweaty post-run photo of me was icky and should be removed. So it was written, so shall it be done*

Now about to catch the train downtown to meet for coffee, then seeing naked sweaty men run around killing people in the hopefully not-trash screen adaptation of Frank Miller’s ‘300’ with Ms. Melly and and a gang of his folks.

I had the funniest conversation *ever* with Melly on the phone yesterday about this evening’s entertainment possibilities. Here is the conversation (as I heard it):

Melly: Ooh, ooh! And after the movie, we can go to J & S’s house, and you will be so excited… they have WEED!
Me: *confused silence* But, Melly, honey… I don’t smoke.
Melly: *confused silence* What?? WHAT?!? No, no, they have WEED. You LOVE weed!
Me: *getting worried about my reputation* Seriously, dude. I’m not into drugs. I mean, it’s cool if they want to get buzzed, but I’m really not into that shit myself.
Melly: *frustrated* Jesus, dumbass, I said they have weeeee. Double-U eye eye. As in, Nintendo, Super Mario Brothers, you remember, videogames? You love them? They bring you great joy? Hello?
Me: *chagrined* Ah. Yes. I see now. They have a Wii. Fuck. Why couldn’t they have just stuck with calling it the Revolution? Damn you, Nintendo. Let’s only refer to that other thing I was thinking of as marijuana from now on, so I never sound that clueless again.
Melly: Yes, dear.