Today, at brunch, we sat down next to a couple who were obviously either on a first date or an early date. Not sure how it went. This reminds me, however, of a couple who were obviously on a first date that we sat next two a few months ago. Since we were sitting pretty much within a few feet of them, Harlan and I couldn't do anything but listen to the conservation. How could you not?

Anyways, they both worked in some capacity at a hospital, so they had that in common, but it was pretty obvious that it was a mismatch. While the girl looked obviously like a smart, intelligent, capable professional, you could tell she had a bit of a fun, party girl buried down underneath. The guy, however, was one of those bearded, horn-rimmed wearing glasses hipsters who took himself way too seriously. At one point, she started talking about reading US Weekly and his response was "well, we all have our guilty pleasures."

I'm pretty sure that at that point, if it didn't happen then, but the girl pretty much decided in her head that there was no way in hell that anything was going to come out of it.

What a ponce.

And speaking of over-hearing things, we were at Blondies a week ago (don't laugh, when it's mellow and you get a seat outside, it's quite a nice little bar with yummy and incredibly toxic drinks) some girl dressed like Wonder Woman (it was Halloween weekend, and no, she didn't quite fit into the costume) was loudly gabbing on a cell phone to a friend when we swear we heard her say about a friend "that was before she Britney Spearsed her life."

Awesome. She, however, was not as she gabbed and gabbed loudly nearby. In response, Harlan's cousin made sure to blow his cigarette smoke in her direction to chase her way.