Last night I managed to convince the Monkster to take a Bikram class with me. This involved stopping at one of those cheap clothing kiosks on 14th Street (we'd just had dinner at Veg City) to buy a pair of huge $5.00 swim trunks for him.

He enjoyed the class, I think. He was a good sport about it, at least.

Monkey's mom is in town. We just had dinner, and tomorrow we'll probably see a B'way show with my dad.

Who would you be w/o your story?

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