The going-away party for my friend Tiffany was last night.

[L to R]: Bob, Tiffany

The fact that she's leaving didn't hit until right now....wow. I'm going to miss her. Such is life.

To take my mind off of that sadness, here's a typical 'Bob' story you'll enjoy. So, I'm at her party, I have a few beers and sure enough, I have to use the men's room. I walk in this really tiny room and there's a valet in there. I'm not above giving a guy a buck for handing me a towel to dry my hands. What gets me, almost every time, is that there's a guy standing behind me while I'm trying to do my business! If I over-think what needs to happen, I might as well walk out without doing anything. Well, I over-thought it. I gave the guy a buck, excused myself from the party and walked home in pain. Maybe I should file that story under 'pathetic/keep to myself' instead of 'story to share on the internet.' Damn valets -- I should have given him a $5 to wait outside until I was done.

Let's end things on a high note...I got a new t-shirt today:

Free Pimp C!

Who is Pimp C, you ask...Well, he's a rapper that was locked up and now he's out. I saw the story and loved the idea that people made and wore 'Free Pimp C' t-shirts. File it under 'impulse buy.'

Have a great weekend!

Bye Tiff -- I miss ya and you're not even gone yet!

Best,

Bob