Why male friends rock

Thanks to Phil (aka 1/5 of the non-girlieman population of Liberal Yuppieland), who had the presence of mind to not only befriend me years ago at our internship, but also to order satellite TV, I get to see my favorite musician of all time live in concert from a few time zones away this weekend. I would never order satellite TV... no woman would. Sure, I'll totally spend the $50/month on highlights, manicures, etc, but I can't afford satellite TV.

That means for the price of 1/8 gallon of gas and whatever I bring to the party, I can see Jimmy semi-live and forget for a few hours that I live in a landlocked hellhole hours from the beach, all without risking a contact high.

Because, let's face it, potsmokers (ie, what liberals become when they don't have the wherewithal to get yuppie jobs and move out of their moms' basements) annoy the hell out of me.

You rock, Phil. And BTW - this makes enduring your endless couch jokes all worth it. Almost.