Bye-bye Doc Martins... I'll miss you.

Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIA!

(And a belated - but no less sincere - HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Kate and Keeley!)

I spent a lovely Sunday with Baldman and the Missus (that'd be an awesome name for a band) scarfing pancakes and talking smack. (Actually there was very little smack talk, but I'm sure Dan said something vaguely insulting at some point.) Man, I can murder a stack of buttermilks. When the waiter put the platter (!) down in front of me I was all like, "No, no! I couldn't possibly eat all of this!" (We all know where this is going, right? Which is why I'll be returning to Weight Watchers.)

After that I popped downtown to meet my friend Chintamani. We always end up on the Lower East Side at this coffeehouse/bar called the Lotus Club. It's all dark wood and indie rock and hipsters, which used to really get me off. I would spend hours fantasizing about being able to pull of stripey tights and a beret while sipping coffee out of a stained mug. Now all the laptop toting, faux bed-head having twenty-somethings seem... not like dumbasses, but not not like dumbasses. (Don't get me started on the creepy forty-somethings hanging around. Ick times ten, dude.) I'm sure they all have very interesting art exhibits and sex lives but I just don't find them compelling anymore. Which leads me to Knowledge Nugget #4:

I am too old for the East Village. Or anyplace where "hipsters" gather. (That includes you, college towns.)