We were all sitting around 'bout 1992 in the good ol' Oxwood Place, probably intoxicated as was our wont and all talking out our ass (as also was our wont). I remember saying "man, when I get out of school, I'm going to get a job where I don't have to wear a suit and tie everyday to work. I want to wear shorts and sandals. I'll be a CEO wearing shorts and sandals".

The roommates laugh. People always laugh at brilliance the first time they hear it, though. We would all graduate from college and get Real Jobs™ and make serious money. And you know what? I am wearing shorts and sandals to work every day. Better'n that, my wears shorts and sandals to work pretty much year-round and not only indulges me in my extracurricular proclivities, but is one of the few people who'se penchant for the those sorts of mayhem exceeds my own.

He who laugh last, laughs loudest.

So flash forward now to 1999. It's fall and the same group of us is up in Reno on a bachelor party. We are definately intoxicated and once again talking out our ass. This time around I'm talking about the future Mrs. Pollock and what she'll be like. And guess what?

Everybody laughed.

I know she's out there, though, somewhere. Nearly three billion women on this planet and about 150 million in this country alone. Even if I only have a one in a million shot, I'm still rolling pretty good odds. After all: I am wearing sandals into work on Monday...