Beer and Blogging, that is how I shall spend my Friday night.

'Twas supposed to be spent Fun and Partying, but as that they are not alliterative, God decided to make my car not start. I had no idea God was such a fan of wordplay.

It is all for the best, as I think about it. I was supposed to go to a party in New Jersey. Parties in New Jersey never end well.

Well, technically, I've never been to a party in New Jersey, but I've done comedy shows in New Jersey and THOSE never ended well (they generally ended with some charming drunken man kindly suggesting in his loudest possible voice that I take off my shirt.)

There are really only two things that I understand to be true about New Jersey:

1) The people of New Jersey are terrible drivers. For realsies. If I am in Jersey and I see someone cut off four other cars to turn left on a red light, BUT they use their turn signal, I consider that a pretty good Jersey driver.

2) They have very very tall hair. I was mystified by this for a long time. Why would one want such tall, tall ouchy hair? Then it dawned on me. Of course. They have such hair so when they get into their inevitable car accidents, their bangs will absorb all of the impact. Duh and genius-like.

So yes, what I think I'm saying is, "It's all for the best."

Because it's way too cold to take off my shirt.