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Philly could not take it Sunday but I ended up in 4th place anyway, for a $200 take.  I know you’re all happy for me.

I decided I needed to get a post up, so February would not pass without one.  I do not think I’ve missed an entire month before. We’re heading to Portland to see the girl on Friday.  We’ll get to check out her wedding venue with her soon to be in-laws.  We’ll also have our fair share of excellent Portland grub and microbrew.  We come home for a day or so and then head out on a road trip to Palm Springs, Vegas, Utah, the Grand Canyon and Phoenix. I got the hand brake installed in my wife’s new Subaru so I can share in the driving.

I’m thinking about moving this blog to Substack.  I want to get more readers, so I can increase the chances of someone robbing my house when I announce long absences.  I’ve only used that in joke seven or eight times in previous posts. With the blog’s 17th anniversary coming up next month, along with my limited comedic resources, you gotta cut me some slack.

We will see the Wigs in Palm Springs.  They usually escape the East Coast cold for a month or so.  My wife thought it would be a nice idea to bring a meal down.  I’ve reached into my extensive repertoire of gourmet delights and decided to make what I always make: brisket.  On a side note, I love it when my wife comes up with ideas that require me to do all the work.

When we hit Vegas, I’ll put my $200 SB winnings to good use.  I think they still have $5 blackjack tables downtown.  Maybe we’ll catch a show as well. I also plan to hit Bouchon at the Venetian.  I love that place.  I’ll fill you in on the entire trip next month.

4M and I have been having an exchange lately about ludicrous headlines, and I’m not just talking about Yahoo’s multiple daily references to toned abs.  We’ve had a lot of exchanges since our 8th grade days at St. Joe’s in Middletown.  We had one about Robert Kraft wanting Tom Brady to retire as a Patriot.  4M then had Kraft saying, “then we’ll go out for a massage”. I said that would be a happy ending.  He came back with this from Slate.

Also, neither of us realized this was a landmark moment.

Lastly, he sent me this pic from the NYT with “words fail”. I didn’t get that one as I’ve seen several folks in my neighborhood walking around dressed in a similar fashion.

We’re off to the posh club, where I had a weird day last week. First, there seems to have been a moisturizing cream accident in the men’s locker room.  There was a three foot long swath of it on the bath mats that someone had covered up with paper towels.  I’m all for keeping one’s skin silky smooth, but this dude needed to tone down his enthusiasm.  And then there was some knucklehead in the handicapped shower jabbering about being half Mexican and half Filipino and eating a burrito and a lumpia.  I figured he had a small kid in there he was goofing around with, until I saw him talking to himself in the mirror a few minutes later.  I made a hasty exit.

We’re going to his joint Wednesday night with the #1s, thanks to a gift certificate from my in-laws. I’m expecting an outstanding culinary experience.

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all those who celebrate.