From: Me
To: You
RE: Notes
1. To the guy who stood behind me in line during my semi-drunken trip to Tito’s Tacos on Friday night:  Look, pal, Tito’s is kind of an L.A. institution.  It’s going to be crowded no matter what time you go.  Complaining about it loudly over and over is only going to make you look like a spoiled brat, and it probably didn’t impress your girlfriend.

2. A question for all of you following a discussion with a friend—and no, this is in no way indicative of any of my weekend activities (although I kind of wish it did):  How come when you make out with someone and she (or he, as the case may be) ends up spending the night at your place, why do they ask for a new toothbrush in the morning?  You’ve obviously already swapped spit, and your tongues probably touched and stuff too.  So why the need for a brand new, untainted toothbrush since you’ve already explored each other’s tonsils?