On the Town. I Think.

Okay, this is the surest sign that I'm getting old.

I have these two pictures of Fozzie that I took while we were out and about. But I have absolutely no recollection of what we were doing or when we were doing it. Clearly, we were waiting for the train back to his apartment, but what night? And what were we out doing that we were in the city?

I'm clueless. Totally and completely clueless.

I just remembered. It was Thursday last. Fozzie was leaving the next morning for a weekend away at a friend's wedding. We were having a sleepover. He gave me a bloody nose.

See? I'm not so old.

[He didn't really give me a bloody nose. But our... activities did open up a shaving wound that refuses to heal and keeps bleeding profusely. Hateful.]