You know that guy who never shuts up on clubs? Who talks during bands? Who talks while your real friends are talking, then acts like they’re interrupting him? Who, when you act liked you can’t hear him over the music, just talks louder?

Well, that guy is right next to me right now. He’s standing right there while I’m writing this. Just talking. He doesn’t care that I’m writing. Doesn’t care that I’m not even looking up. He just keeps talking.

Hope he reads this, the freak.

Happy 200! Nine Cafes and the New Rudys at the Bullfinch… The Humphreys and Big Lobsters on the Roof at Hamilton’s… Beware the Legends and the Missed Her Toe at Dollaire’s…