Tonight, Toby Joe and I are off to see The Mountain Goats at The Knitting Factory. Toby Joe suggested that for Halloween and go to the show dressed as John Darniell’s stepfather. You know, carry empty bottles of booze around, wear a wife-beater underneath a terry cloth robe, threaten to beat the hell out of everyone who comes near me at the show. I know Toby’s sense of humor comes off as rather raw, if you will. But, holy crap, is do I ever find him funny. We are a match made in hell.
And if anyone finds his suggestion regarding my halloween costume offensive, let me tell you about the time he renamed my 6.5 year old laptop Terry Schiavo because I just will not let it go.