It’s only appopriate that this happened.

We don’t live in a goddamn theocracy, after all.

So, Becky’s going to a Steeler’s game tonight! It’s a little odd (but not unheard of) that Becky’s the girl and she’s the sports fan. Personally, I couldn’t care less about the Steelers. It’s only fitting, therefore, that she and her friend (also named Becky) are the two going to the game. Tickets of that sort would be wasted on me. I would be cold, wet and bored.

And naturally, since Becky (my Becky) and I eat dinner together on a regular basis (what with living together and all), the topic of what she was going to eat for dinner came up in an email exchange this afternoon:

i imagine i’m going to eat some stadium food – i know they’ve got good stuff, but i’m bucking for the $5 nachos that are so far removed from real food even bacteria knows better than the touch it.

Imagine being with a hot chick with that sense of humor all the time.

Hands off, fellas! She’s mine.