The Misadventures of the Pants
Keith and I decided to go to Allentown for lunch. Since my back was hurt, Keith said he'd drive. It's not a hard sell as he loves driving his Dodge Stealth. His car is very low to the ground and with my back it was an adventure getting in. As I was manuvering myself in, I felt my pants tear.

"Shit", I thought to myself, "This sucks".

I told Keith and he didn't say anything. I asked if we could stop at a store so I could get another pair and he looked at me and started to laugh.

"You're serious?", he said. "I thought you were joking".

We laughted about though I was annoyed that it happened. When we got to Allentown I hopped out and he informed me that the rip was very noticable. It was horizontal on the leg, at the top of my thigh. So I tied my fleece around my waist in a very unmanly fashion and we headed in.

I am so glad that I wore boxers rather than briefs today.

Replaced the pants and then we went to Ruby Tuesdays to eat. We joked about this pretty much through lunch, which was good with all the cute waitresses in the resturant and kickboxing on the TV.