7:55 pm, while walking along the water on the west side, Dish caught sight of a hulk in spandex and a rubber face. He looked as if he'd finished a workout on a patch of grass with a trainer. Big and built like a brick sh*thouse, Mickey ambled away, so enigmatic that Mr. Rourke. It took all my strength to keep TG from running after him. Mickey is one of those cool actors you run after, especially if you're a guy and you just saw The Wrestler. Gotta respect Mickey's workout, I said.
And now, to sleep because tomorrow Dishbrother is getting married to adorable, lovable, and fun Dishsidekick. It's party-time!!!