Jazzy Bowling

I am always amazed by Sica's schmoozing abilities at Fat Cats. I was all ready to count out five dollars or so of pennis, nickels, and dimes. Sica walks up to the counter, says some guy's name, and soon we are on lane 1 with 65 minutes of bowling and shoes. Wow. Fortunately, tonight, we got to make up for our awful games by watching the Jazz come back in OT. That was fascinating, and we hadn't even heard yet about Fisher coming in straight from the airport. How cool. I wonder if that was disappointing for Kirilenko.

Whoa, check out Google's new Analytics. Awesome.

Also: shout out to my mom who turned . . . 28 today. Or 48. :)