Tuesday.

It's good to have friends who are good, respected people. They can get people to be your friend!Armand called his acquaintance at Atlantic Records named Don. Armand called me. Donnie called me, and asked me to dinner!

It was a bit strange, like a blind date that you had to set up for yourself.

So, Don asked me my favorite thing to eat.

"Mexican!"

"Oh, I'm in love. There's a place near Grand Central if you want to eat Mexican."

Already I've forgotten the name of the place. But the tamales were great. We had a fun time. We walked over to the Virgin Megastore so he could pick up an MxPx DVD. (I hate MxPx after they tried to bail on my concert festival in Florida. You're the headliners, hello? We're finding you a flight in you have to fly the plane yourselves, you little neo-punk Christian brats, and the cost is coming out of your retainer.)

So, anyway, looks like I may have found a new buddy with whom to play racing games at ESPN Zone. I'm all Indy Car. He's all NASCAR. I think I'll beat his arse to the finish line. Watch for the appropriate headline.