I have a group of friends who periodically get together, most people bring something to eat, and we read a Shakespeare play, each person having chosen a part or parts out of a hat. There are three English majors in the group, and the rest of the people make up a varied and motley group of talents and interests. Although the prospect of reading a play, much less a Shakespear play, puts many people off, we have a really good time. Last night we read Measure for Measure, a very, um, adult sort of story.

In any case, we ordered pizzas as the main course, and one of them was the Al Bundy. I had a few slices, and I must say, it's a good thing I'm unemployed and have no social life on Tuesdays because I'm pretty sure no one would want to be around me today. Whole roasted cloves of garlic, yum.