Yesterday was Jamie's day off, and we had heard from Scott Coones that he was in town, so we met up with him and went to Lulu's for lunch.  We recognized the guy at the table next to us as a waiter from the Mexican food restaurant down the street called Marix.  We've eaten there three times, and he's been our waiter all three times.  He was there with another guy, and the waiter seemed to be embarrassed about the fact that they were on a date.  In West Hollywood...embarrassed about being gay.  Dude, maybe you're not gay.  Oops.

Anywho, later that night Tony & Martel came over for dinner.  And just as Jamie was about to serve a wonderful dinner of salmon, pasta, caesar salad and cheesebread, we learn that salmon makes Tony break out in hives.  Oops.

Well, we dealt with the situation and put chicken in Tony's caesar salad to make it a bit heartier.  We watched some TV, so that Tony could see if they were still running promos for his show.  The ratings haven't been what they had hoped for, in spite of the critical acclaim, so he's a bit nervous.  After they left, Jamie and I were doing dishes.  She washed, I dried.  I was drying our big salad bowl, when all of a sudden, it slipped out of my hands, hit the counter, and smashed into a million pieces, while also slicing four cuts into my forearm.  Oops.