Yes, kids, this evening is the long-awaited drinks with Sarah Brown, who claims it should take less than 15 minutes to disabuse me of my belief that she’s pretty, witty, and gay [ed. note: in the “fun and happy” sense of the word]. Sorry, Ms. Brown, but no matter how horribly tonight turns out, you’ll always have a piece of my heart for things like yesterday’s text message: “Sunday Sunday Sunday? You’ll pay for the whole seat but you’ll only need THE EDGE.”

And anyway, how could an evening be less than stellar once you’ve invoked the watchful spirit of Truckasaurus Rex?