Mancations aren’t gay…right?
That mancation (I heard the term this week on a TV news promo) was so much fun we’re going to New England this weekend to watch the Pats take on the hated Colts. Peyton Manning called me this week to ask how his team can improve its awful run defense but, being loyal to my buddy GoPats, I told him to fuck off and die. “My fantasy team* totally kicked your ass when I played you two weeks ago!” I shouted at him as I hung up the phone, but not before I heard him break down and sob.
I’ll be mobile-blogging my incredible insights of the game from Foxborough Sunday night. I predict the Pats will win 34-17, Luddite will wear his Yankees shirt under his Pats jersey and piss off a Masshole, and GoPats will have a panic attack by kickoff.
I’m also traveling to Phoenix on Monday morning to cover Tuesday’s election as a freelancer for a non-profit at which I used to temp. While I’m there I’m staying with my great friend Susie Q who I haven’t seen in 7 years. Hilarity, I iron-clad guarantee, will ensue.
Attached are more photos from last weekend, when BFF Sarah was in town visiting from Japan. Thanks for finally lifting your “head out of the jet lag fog,” Sarah, and sending the pics. Great times were had at Jaleo (mmm, morcilla and sangria!), Bedrock Billiards, her first-ever trip to Target, and waking up at 7am Sunday after Saturday night’s Halloween extravaganza in the Atlas District.
BFF Sarah and The Princess at Jaleo
Superman as a DC Tourist, lost and reading a map on the Metro.
DC Katastrophe as a dead Audrey Hepburn come back to life.
Drew as the Ipod commercial dancing shadow guy.
Superman as a DC Tourist saves BFF Sarah from...something.
BFF Sarah and The Princess didn't dress up for Halloween. But their Cleavage Contest was pretty scary. And by scary, I mean hot.
A cranky Arjewtino and Foxymoron, dressed as a Congressional page, take the long, slow Metro ride home at 3am.
*For those who care, my fantasy team is 6-2 and in 3rd place.