Last weekend, Kevin and I had a guy’s night and morning out. On Saturday, we went to dinner at the Golden West, checked out some books at Atomic Books, and then went to see Kill Bill at the Rotunda.

Kevin was stunned. “Am I a sicko if I laughed at that?” he asked. I assured him that it was all played for laughs, and that he wasn’t nearly as warped as Quentin Tarantino is.

The next morning, we went out for breakfast, and then took a bike ride through Druid Hill Park. It was a warm, sunny day, and we ended up stopping at the Zoo for a water and free ice cream break before pedaling the rest of the way home.