Liz: WHY does Elliott's breath smell so bad?!
Me: Because he eats cat food.
...Elliott is the name of the kitten. His full name is actually T.S.Elliott Smith from E.T. Just to clarify, he is not just some person we know who has an affinity for cat food. Not only is he a cat, he is a Cat. He genuinely does cat things, like meow and play with catnip mice and chase strings. Who knew?
Today I chose the exactly perfect hour to hop on the T with the 500 Red Sox fans headed to Fenway for the first game in the double header this afternoon. Anyone who complains about New England people being unfriendly or whatnot should ride with them on an overstuffed T headed to Fenway. Seriously. They're completely unphased by the fact that they are pressed so tightly together that STDs could potentially become an issue. They even converse and joke about how well they've gotten to know each other in mere minutes. It's actually kind of nice, if you can ignore the whole ass to ass part.
Natalie just informed me that one scoop of vanilla ice cream from Coldstone, sans any mix ins, is worth 26 Weight Watchers points, which is 6 points over a day's worth of points. Then she threw the cat on Liz.
I also hung out on the Star Floor with Jen and her fellow Stars, played Cranium and watched the Desperate Housewives pilot until we had to go to the EIV meeting, where I was sufficiently overwhelmed with information.
Then I went to take the train home and bumped into Nick Tully.
Soybean paste makes for an excellent conversation piece. Mmmm brown, slimey, gooey, paste. In a jar. A huge jar.
I swallowed a bug.
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