must be the whiskey,

Howard Dean pulled me aside last night. He asked if I had told you that he's not actually the Dean Machine.

I said I didn't have the heart. The guy smoking the pipe next to him chuckled.

Trish asked if you hated her. I told her "Yes." She mentioned something about blood thinners and too much drinking. Then her ex-boyfriend came in and tapped her on the shoulder. She hugged him. It sucks seeing your ex-es. She is still bummed about the band not missing her.

Nick was his normal "I want to get laid tonight" self. He was getting text messages from some girl who lives an hour away: "You make me cum" was the extent of those.
No, he could not borrow my car. I told him to rent a limo.