I am sitting after Improv practice in front of the East Coast Grill and behind me a homeless person is talking to the alternative looking woman leaning on the other side of the pillar I am sitting against. He wants to know what they serve at the East Coast grill so the alternative girl who is likely just taking in a cigarette in between drinks answers him that they probably serve take-out and beer. The homeless guy tells her that he always knows where ever they serve beer with a twangy smile. Then he tells the girl that he can never figure out when to shave his heard. She tells him to shave it just before the Red Sox season starts and not again until after the season ends. He seems to feel he is wearing out his welcome so he turns to go.

I took a ride to the Improv class today. I met Melissa coincidentally as she was leaving the T and she was going to meet Hillary at Carberrys. Hillary drives her to the class from there. What is funny about this is that Carberrys is about a five minute walk from the ImprovBoston headquarters and the nearest parking space isn't any closer.

But I am always happy to have company and observe people so I got a coffee and a chocolate croissant and pulled a third chair up to a table for two. Hillary was debating what to do with her credit card. Apparently her spending on her wedding far.exceeds her cashflow so she feels like she is swimming in credit card debt. The solution to this according to her friend who is a credit debt counselor is to take her credit card and place it into a tupperware container filled with water and the place it into the freezer.

While I was waiting a tall man with dreadlocks walked over to talk to me. He was wearing a shirt that said EMC Cambridge and ranting about how his boss is also his best friend and they were out drinking and his boss wasn't handling being both very well. He thought that it would be better for him to leave his friend-boss at Bukowskis and go spend the time with his attractive Irish girlfriend. Apparently he had been having trouble lately because he grew a beard but he couldn't explain what it was. As a fellow bearded man I wanted to understand the problem.

He then asked where I was from and when I told him I was from Brookline he told me that to speak honestly that I looked like an angry Jew. Then he told me that you need support from the IBM corporation to commit genocide on 20 million jews or to enslave 6 million people.

As he began to tell me about the problem that the whole country has bought into a system that if you have a certain skin color you are right or wrong and chastizing me that I should know at least two muslims well as an American I got the cal from Sarah that she had arrived. When I got up to go he told me that I should be more responsible in who I vote for. I told him I didn't vote for Bush and walked away.

Sarah and I argued about my need for her to reduce her late night traffic rage. I disapproved highly of her statement while in traffic to get out of the parking lot at Foxboro “someone better be dead!” When I got to the door with Leelin Waichi was out front. She thought it was great that I have a girlfriend who is so understanding about my relationships with my ex-girlfriends. I rolled my eyes but it was dark so she couldn't see.