Sooooo….maybe Race Week is shaping up to be decent after all.  I had a friend tell me last night (after seeing the purple tracksuit photo)  “I forgot how chubby you had gotten last year.”

Yeah….thanks…lets all forget…

So last night began with Jarhead.  I met Jarhead in late November 2004.  I distinctly recall the night we met because it was the first night that the Phoenix PD began raiding the clubs and ticketing dancers for contact violations.  What a complete waste of taxpayer’s money: Let’s give cops your taxdollars to go into strip clubs, order 2 beers, and get lapdances from strippers.  The cops then purposely break the law by grabbing the entertainer’s boob to test her to see if she corrects them and moves their hands away. What a sham!  So anyway, Jarhead and I were sitting upstairs in VIP while this valuable civic duty was being carried out downstairs on the main floor.