Last night I was out with some of the gang. I will change their names to protect them. Bobby, his brother Benny ("Ten-Benny") visiting from Omaha, Rizzo, A-Top, Julia and Bobby's roommate, Ned. And me.

Well, we all got free drinks at The Bubble Lounge downtown. Then we wanted to eat. I wanted to eat pizza. They all wanted to eat "really great food" at a "really high class strip bar".

Now, I don't like to mix my eating with watching strange, emotionally scarred women smile wooden, empty smiles and take their clothes off to reveal very strange looking bodies. I can't eat. I have a thing about eating. Like if the pizza comes I may have to adjust what is on the TV. Like I can't eat and watch news at the same time. I prefer an old movie. No game shows!

This is not to say that I don't like to mix sex and food. Like I can 9 1/2 Weeks it up with the rest of them. But strip clubs are not erotic. They are creepy. They are similar to circuses. And I hate circuses. I am also not a fan of carnivals, amusement parks, parades, etc.

Anyway, these guys went ahead to have dinner at Boyz Toyz or something like that. Is there something wrong, or different, about me that I didn't go with them? What does that mean? I went home and had pizza. Is there a problem with me and pizza? Actually don't comment on that. There is a problem with me and pizza.