This was the week when the dreaded age field went up by one and I am forced to contemplate being even closer to my death than I am to my birth. Or I can just drink and drink and drink and not contemplate anything but why I suck so bad at Beer Pong these days.

I also got revisit an old friend — The Libertine. A fresh review of which is coming.

Key Stats:

• 4 – games in a row my Winter League team has won
• 5 – pounds little Zoë weighed on her first trip to the Vet.
• 8 – the number of women who held Zoë at the Barley House after Wednesday night pickup
• 0 – the number of women I held at the Barley House after Wednesday night pickup. It’s official, I have no game.