Amy and Darrin are here. I very much approve of Darrin. He makes fun of Amy, which is as it should be. Of course, he makes fun of me, too, which is a habit we must break him of. We went out to Mas for dinner last night, which was pretty kick ass. We were at a table in the back corner, and Amy asked if that was all right with us. I've never quite understood the "good" table thing -- as long as you're not being smacked by the kitchen doors and no one is tripping over you, who the hell cares where you sit? I go to restaurants for the food and the company, not to be seen. That's a failing on my part, apparently.

Right now Amy and Darrin are meeting a friend for brunch at She She, which, apparently, does not serve brunch on Saturdays. Doh.