The Most Dangerous Grime

A couple of weeks ago, my old boss text messaged me out of the blue and invited me to spend a couple of weeks with him on the big island of Hawaii. He claimed (and I later verified independently) that airfares to Hawaii are remarkably cheap in the off-season winter months. He also had grand visions of us and a few of his other friends sharing a beach house and renting a Jeep.

At the last minute, I politely declined the offer.

Instead, I spent this evening with Monk and Stef giving ourselves exfoliating aspirin facials (my idea) courtesy of a kick-ass new book that arrived in the mail for Stef today. Monk insisted on taking embarrassing pictures — oddly, of me only — and I'm sure they're on the Internet by now and effectively prohibiting me from ever becoming president.

No, I don't think I'm gay. Yet.