I’m the only one who eats any pie. One piece at a time. Day after day. It is sad. The Thanksgiving pies are excellent.

The Thanksgiving moonshine less so.

Location: California Pizza Kitchen, Fashion Valley Mall, San Diego, California.

Bartender: Can I help you?
Mike: I’d like 2 glasses of Cab Sauv.
Bartender: (Slightly bewildered look.) Ok.
A few minutes pass.
What did you want again?
Mike: (slowly and distinctly) 2 glasses of Cab Sauv.
Bartender: Oh… we don’t have the mix. We just have the “Cav.”
Mike: We’ll have 2 glasses of the “Cav”, then.

Hours later:

Mike: How could any bartender be that stupid? Don’t make fun of me… I’m going to blow my nose on my socks.

In case you were wondering, there were 9 food related metaphors in today’s WSJ articles concerning Kraft’s hostile takeover bid of Cadbury.

I guess it gets boring working there.

Also, today I bought advance tickets for 2012. I love disaster movies so much. I don’t care what the haters say about how it is worthless trash.

Him: Do you like my new skinny jeans?
Me: Not really. You look like Audrey Hepburn.

I got home from painting at the lake.

To find this: my laptop emblazoned with an NRA sticker, a toy dog wearing a sequined Halloween mask stuffed inside, and all of this being attacked by a giant spider.