Notes from the Weekend:

It's worth the price of a few mosquito bites to see 50 gay men doing a cheerleading routine.

The game Taboo makes you do stupid stuff. Play with care. And play with M! as your partner, because you'll kick ass.

If you have a best friend who likes shiny items (in manner of racoon), take her to the Gay Pride Parade. Between the oiled chests and the metallic Mardi Gras beads, she'll be in good shape.

I suck v. badly at catch. It's terrible and embarrassing, yet I still think it's fun, even when I end up with purple thumbs from trying to barehand baseball travelling at 50 mph, and a friend who is seriously considering the merits of the beanball because he's had to chase the damn thing so many times.

One of M3's best qualities is her willingness to laugh until she cries. In public. At things that aren't really funny.

People who eat ketchup on their fries are missing out. Ranch and honey mustard! Ranch and honey mustard! Accept no substitutes!

I'm sorry, A, but you're wrong. The Goonies continues to be funny long after the age of 10. Chunk alone is comedy genius. I could do without Cindy Lauper's super-weird music video of her song from the movie ("Good Enough", I think). This eight-minute video of a thirty-second song brought to you by crack cocaine.

Watched The Recruit on Friday. I know others have said this, but seriously: Get some range, Pacino.

When you get virtually married, the only place to go for your virtual honeymoon is Taqueria La Tapatia, for $2.95 sandwiches. This is vastly more humorous if you accidentally wear the same T-shirt as your virtual husband, and you both decide, independent of any discussion, to order the same sandwich.

Tuxedo T-shirts are funny, but homemade tuxedo T-shirts are funnier.