I met up with 3 crotch grabs last night, and I accidentally left my cup at home. Luckily there was no crotch grabbing that evening, so my manhood ok. I had a blast with Mr. Crotch an his crew! We got free wine and cheese, looked at pretentious art, and partied ourselves silly until 3 AM. Aside from his aggressive sounding handle, 3 crotch grabs is a very personable, funny, interesting dude who has no qualms revealing dark personal secrets with almost complete strangers. He and his wife have excellent taste in hats, as well. Why am I telling you this? Perhaps because I'm happy that I've finally made some friends after living in San Francisco for 6 months. Perhaps it's to encourage you to go see art - there's free wine, for crying out loud! Or perhaps it is to encourage all of you to get together and meet face to face. In the wake of Polly's passing, I think it's important that we interact with each other in person as well as online. Get out there and hang! Go grab one or eight beers with your TB buddy. Then post all the sordid, drunken tales for all of us to laugh at.