Overheard at Lunch

While watching CNN:

Looks like Al Qaeda is hiring.

Shared: New Year's resolution: Have more sex - CNN.com

But where am I going to find 30 women on such short notice?

New Year's resolution: Have more sex - CNN.com

(CNN) -- Yoga instructor Sadie Nardini and her husband got an early start on their New Year's resolution: In December, the New York couple decided to have sex every day for the entire month.

Nardini and her husband, a professional photographer, initially decided to have sex like bunnies in the hopes that all the activity might help them overcome his-and-her bad habits: cigarettes and chocolate, respectively. And indeed, the nightly trysts did help. But they also found, unexpectedly, that frequent sex made them feel better in other ways, too.

Memories of Tampa

When you put 20 twenty-somethings in a hotel with copious boozage, good times are guaranteed. Some reflections on things I learned, things I heard, things I hope to not hear again and miscellaneous memories from a wild week in Tampa for the Outback Bowl:

• If you add the word "celebrity" to whatever you're doing, it makes it instantly more appealing. Thanks Dave.
• Getting less than 5 hours of sleep a night, then waking up and repeating.
• Adding Jenny on Facebook, then standing right next to her as she checked her Blackberry and asked "Does anyone know who this Andrew is?" She claimed she was bad with last names.
  
• Shotgun duels.
• Challenging waitresses to down dishes of ranch dressing after someone at the table wouldn't do it.
• Getting the number of ladies under the age of 30. (This is new for me.)
• Running into Joe Montana at Tropicana Field on a impromptu day trip.
• Going nearly perfect at flip cup. I'm considering going pro.
  
  

Elite Words

Words You Can't Say Without Sounding Pompous:

• Chaise
• Most words with a "tion" suffix (democratization, demarcation, flaggelation)
• Words with more than three syllables
• Toutes les mots francais
• Pompous

Shaving for Jesus (and that Creepy Guy at Dominick's)

As all things of worth, the plan was largely born out of laziness and tradition. Spurred on by past breaks from college, I got into the habit of ceasing my semi-weekly shaves in December. Never lasting more than two weeks, my face carpet seldom reached the shag stage. This year continued in that tradition until an incident at the local grocer.

I'd started taking better care of my visage during the past week to prevent the post-shave discovery of the zitty aftermath from eating copious cookies with peanut butter and nuts. In the morning I found myself staring in the mirror. First the left side. Then the right. Comparing the thickness of each. During the day, I'd sit at my desk and evaluate by touch how long the hair had grown since I last checked (an hour ago).


There's something inherently mesmerizing about facial hair, even more so on the women I date. I think it all started with Wooly Willy. I've made mistakes when shaving, often leading to grossly uneven sideburns, but the beauty is that it eventually grows back and I can try again. Also, when shaving I can see how I look with each variation (chops, goatee, mustache, fu manchu).

The beard had grown past the 5 o'clock shadow stage, past the grizzly look and was clearly headed toward rugged mountain man (think Moses). I'd planned on shaving before my trip to Tampa to ease the security process at the airport, but plans changed as I was checking out of Dominick's.

As I was checking out, a middle-aged man and his wife were finishing up their grocery purchase as their four kids meandered around the baggage area. An elderly man with glasses and a white beard, possibly in his late 60s, commented from behind the father that the man and his wife "make good lookin' kids." The father let out a cautious laugh.

The old man continued, "I'll give you two million dollars for them."

It was at this precise moment I saw my future and knew I had to shave.

My cashier decided to contribute to the conversation after giving a quick look at the kids, "Maybe 1.9. It's a recession."

First, if the man even had $2M I doubt he'd be doing his own shopping. Two, that's $500k/kid and I didn't see the kids bag the groceries, so the likelihood that he'll see a decent ROI from their potential as workers is slim. Lastly, the father was smart to walk away from the negotiation table. It could have gotten ugly.

I previously had three reasons to shave:
-Date
-Itchy
-Interview/Event with movers and shakers

But now I have to add "Being perceived as creepy old dude who has a Polansky-esque fascination with kids."