She's terrific. I saw her play back in the '90s in the middle of a torrential thunderstorm. She got soaked and never even slowed down.

Yikes. And you, mine.

And I liked him so much that I felt like I had to act really happy about being there so he'd ask me out again.

Oh yeah, I am giving serious thought to Heart/Joan Jett/Cheap trick in Cincinnati next month.

Warrant with Bush opening, for me. In my defense, it was my first date with the would-someday-become-the-ex-fiance.

Hey! Some perfectly nice people smell like patchouli! (disclaimer: I do also shower daily)

My old office was across the street from Huntington Park baseball stadium and a few years ago, we were all excited about basically getting to stand around the windows to see - and hear quite clearly - the warmup for a DMB concert. Until we all sort of realized it was a DMB concert, and then we slowly went back to our…

I have a theory that everyone has an age at which their body can no longer digest White Castle and it gets barfed up from that point forward. I hit mine, to my great sadness, at 22. No more bag full of cheeseburgers and a large red pop and onion chips for me.

Seriously, how miserable must it be to have to deal with that at all, let alone having to mourn the baby of the group. He must have been like the whole cast's little brother. Or son, even, I guess. John Cho referred to him as a "son" on Twitter.

Are we sure that 2016 isn't Andy Dick?

Congratulations! It sounds like you're off to a good, savvy start, too.

Exactly! The person is already vetted, you already know and are used to all the things that might be scary or off-putting if it was a stranger.

I hate dating. Ugh. The way you've been doing it - friends first - is my ideal, for several reasons. (You lucky thing. Well, up till now.)

Oh my God, trashy, noisy neighbors are the worst.

I can't stand most of my mom's side for their views, their attitudes, their political philosophies, the way they talk about people, etc. so I'm with you on being patient … actually, once my mom eventually passes (she's 70), I look forward to disowning the lot of them and leaping into the role of family pariah.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. That's the worst.

That's actually really helpful.

Congrats, you are seeing more happen than me. The herbs are growing by millimeters, not inches, and I'm not seeing much with the roses and hydrangeas yet, but the houseplant I put outside for the summer (fiddleleaf fig, a real problem child) is growing again so that's something.

Wow, you're doing a lot. By my sorry standards, anyway. I am quietly considering and working sloooooowly towards the idea of starting the Couch-to-5K app. Baby steps.

Me too. "He's still working?!"