Harry & Dave at the Blue Monkey. And now I must scram. As always, I really don’t care what you do this week, because I don’t even know you, and unless you have the clout to make Pau Gasol’s birthday a citywide holiday, I feel certain that I don’t want to meet you. Besides, it’s time for me to blow this funny farm and go see if I can’t track down a stripper with an Eye Can. Or something like that.
—T.S.

