The apartment enjoyed its first group of visitors to be entertained today. Well, it was my singing group, so I guess you could say that we entertained ourselves. However, the apartment was well-received -- Top Gun happened to be on cable when they arrived, so the first 20 minutes of rehearsal was spent in utter enjoyment of the new couch and watching the movie. After rehearsal, we went out to a local bar (which, by the way, is like a little Boston outpost of the West -- I felt like I was back on Comm Ave when I was in this place, which was great), where dating was discussed since several of us are single. The whole dating Jews thing was brought up, and I was asked if I'm allowed to touch women. How can you ask me that kind of question and expect me to answer seriously, especially after I've just eaten bacon? Of course, I had to do the whole "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you" thing while keeping my hands less than an inch away from her.