I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:

I fucked garfield.

It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to an animal shelter club (which is one of the few non-nerdy things I do well). After dancing a bit, it told me it’s name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and it said, “you know, from Garfield?”. And was I was like, “Yeah, I’m from Seattle.” and it laughed. So we ended up going back to my friend’s apartment, drank some wine, then he took his girlfriend home, and well…

Anyway, I didn’t realize who it was until I got home and tried to look-up it’s number on-line.

I think I’ve still got some pictures on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.