Cinco De Mayolaise impromptu party last night with my freshly divorced friend Dave and my wife's hot single friend Jodi, who recently broke it off with her long time BF who I think might be gay, NTTAWWT, unless, of course, you're in a relationship with him. He casually told her one night early into their relationship that he had slept with his best friend. A handful of times. Just curious.

I really like the guy, but I'm glad they broke up. I love Jodi, so don't want her stuck with a guy who might prefer playing for the other team. Anyhow, fish tacos, black beans, spanish rice, Mexican Coors Light, lots of wines, la ganja, tiki torches, fire pit, perfect weather outside. Fun night. They were selling wild caught cod and Steelhead Trout for a song at Albertsons. Cajuned those bad boys up and grilled them to perfection. And yes, I know Steelhead Trout is not designed for fish tacos, but man....there wasn't a morsel left. Lots of cod left over, however. Probably because of its name. What a horrible name for a food product. Cod? Worse than Velveeta. Another perfect day in Portland. Best weather in the country and it can't be close. Flag football for Coop, soccer for both later. Hoping there's a dinner out with my lovely wife and daughter somewhere with a patio, then back home to watch the last few episodes of Wires Season Dos. Guster, feel free to out-word me here with your next Derby Write Up. We're all waiting.