Reminder for Tuesday at 8:15pm: Meet with God to Discuss the Fate of the World

Or... Meet with Matt to gossip over cupcakes.

Does the truth really matter in this case? I think not.

Although no longer the bleach-blond god we once worshiped as little frosh, Matt has certainly not lost his wispy, impish frame and unexpected charm. When I was twelve he would come along, billowing clouds of smoke, talking a mile a minute about things I could not begin to understand (but knew that they must be inherently cool, if he was the one to talk about them) and walking in that swingy, disjointed gamble of his. Even then I was aware of the power he would one day radiate.

No one was disappointed by who they found waiting for us in Billy's Bakery last night. Least of all me.

The cupcakes were good too.