There are two types of people in this world: Those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don't.

My boyfriend had his fantasy football draft party last week. I found this old post regarding last year's fantasy football draft party:

I am meeting up with my girlfriends tonight for sushi. Our guys are having their Fantasy Football Draft Party or as I like to call it, Shit That I Don't Care About. I would much rather talk about penis sizes and shoes over wine and fresh salmon. Before I do that, though, I am hooking up with my best friend and we are going to play Gin Rummy - or as Ryan likes to call it Naked Pillow Fighting Involving Copious Amounts of Vegetable Oil. And Kissing. With Tongue. Steph and I are big dorks and we play cards once a week religiously. Back when we were both single, there was a period of time where that is all we did. No showers, no changing of clothes. We would pause every once in awhile to catcall some dudes, but the smell alone kept most of them away. We almost cut our hair off and bought a Jeep Wrangler and a big dog and strapped our breasts down with Ace bandages and wore chain wallets. But just because we were together so much. Not because she ate me out on Thursdays. Good times. Good fucking times.

Funny, because I spent this year's draft party doing the exact same thing. Some people never change. I will probably play Gin Rummy this year on voting day too. All day. Yeah, I am not going to vote, but that is ok because my best friend is voting for Obama (I was going to vote for Obama but then I changed my mind because McCain's running mate is so pretty!) so our votes would cancel each other out anyway so we decided not to vote and save us the gas and we're just going to stay home and play Gin Rummy and drink Diet Cream Soda. I hate to brag, but we are really smart and stuff.