Go west for love, young man

Apparently there is some confusion about the nature of the relationship between Brian and myself, since someone recently claimed that we had some sort of romantic connection. This faulty supposition was based mainly on the fact that I said I would be seeing him when I move to Oregon for school this fall. That is, by my estimation, flimsy evidence for a homoerotic relationship.

Much better evidence would be the fact that I drunkenly returned his phone call from Friday night on Cinco de Mayo. Now that makes more sense, and that evidence would stand up much better in court (though, I should stress, it is still erroneous).