So it's 7pm. I'm one martini in. And at this point, I'd really much rather just stay in and play Rock Band by myself. I hate this holiday.

Mmmmm... Stuff You Found In The Back Of Your Refrigerator group...

Isn't he in France though?

How's the girl?

New York, NY

Sam Adams. I hate Heineken. Also: a pillowfight on the plane? Did I just hear Madden correctly?

What's "knobbed-up"? It sounds uncomfortable.

I'm out of tonic, so it's just Tanqueray tonight.

No. No way. This just can't be possible.

And now it's time for the Airing of Roy Williams-related Grievances.

HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA...!

The problem is that I can't decide whether to watch the trainwreck that is Cowboys-Eagles, or the close and theoretically meaningful game that is Jets-Dolphins.

Both feet, and his backside inbounds. That's a new one.

Speaking of which, anyone have any recommendations of good stuff from 2008? I've already used some of that money to pick up a couple of Kings of Leon albums.

There are entirely too many cookies in this house.

I am debating between a bottle of wine with Mrs.JB* or Woodford Reserve for post-mass.

Conservative and Reform Jews allow for women in the minyan.

I've got Chinese food and gin.

I'd just go for the beer, personally. I don't like screwing around with mixed drinks. The girl I'm chasing around made something for me the other night that involved vodka and mint schnapps, and it was terrible.

Holy hell, now she's trying to tie a bow around something or other. She's very drunk and she's got scissors. This isn't going to end well.