Last night Megasoul and I had a date. A Phish sort of date. First we had the most fantastic nutty salad and pizza and discussed irritating freelance clients, irritating cokeheads and non-irritating music.

Then we screamed across four lanes of traffic, scrambled down a steep ivy-laced incline, traversed several small mountains of loose dirt, and dashed across another four lanes of traffic, choking with laughter every stumbling hurried step of the way.

A valet in front of the movie theater we were going toward shook his head as we passed him.

We then went to go see “Down With Love,” which was…as flawed as I knew it would be. There was more spunk and spirit in the song and dance number that ran during the credits than in the rest of the movie. Maybe I just say that because I love watching Ewan MacGregor sing. He just looks like he’s having so much fun!