...still here in the Big Apple----OK, like a few miles from the Big Apple, but still. The Girl's at work, so I've taken the liberty of trying on all her shoes in her absence. Anything over a 3'' heel is impossible for me to walk in, quite frankly, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

It's largely been a weekend of lounging about, with bottles of wine slowly disappearing as the hours go by. We’ve been overbooking our weekends together, so having this is a nice change of pace. Our one trip into the city nearly ended in disaster---for some reason, every University of Florida football fan had descended upon the bar I had chosen, and so it thirty minutes just to go from the entrance, to the back of the bar, and then back onto the street. I think there were at least three flagrant “Illegal Use of Hands” penalties I could have called against the fans upon my girlfriend during that half hour.

Met up with Mike and Edie, two friends from my college days, which were not quite my salad days, if for no other reason that dining hall salad was sketchy. I’m talkin’ Etch-a-Sketchy, since the color of the lettuce has been etched into my brain. “Leafy greens”, my booty. Anyways, Mike and Edie had been much smarter than we were and didn’t even bother going into the Florida Gator Enclave (I seriously want to know how 400 people knew to go to the same bar…my guess is Craigslist, but I couldn’t be wrong), and we met them across the street, snuck into a much less crowded bar, and caught up.

Only thing else I want to share about the weekend took place at this bar. See, soon after we sat down, a group of six women sat at the table behind us, ordered shots, and started playing Tiddlywinks. All the while wondering why they weren’t getting the attention of any guys. Truly astounding, their lack of perception. Anyways, The Girl is just getting increasingly annoyed by the sounds of the quarters being bounced around the table behind her. After maybe 45 minutes, she’s on the verge of saying something, and then, out of nowhere, her face goes from “focused intently on listening to something Edie is saying” to “completely surprised in the way Lucille Ball was when she stepped into the pool of grapes”.

Turns out, one of the girls behind her had tiddly winked a quarter directly down her jeans. (To quote The Girl: "I've heard that you could bounce a quarter off my ass, but this was ridiculous [rim shot!]. " Her take on the epic saga is here.)

Really, no one’s finest hour.

More to come when I get back to Boston…still have a full day in New York ahead of me. I’ll be wearing my belt extra tight in case of any more tiddly wink mishaps.