I'm coming out of the bathroom at Treff's (a local bar), which now apparently exits into Scruffy Murphy's (another local bar). Jeff, this guy I know (He was the only member of his immediate family not to be on the most current season of PBS's Colonial House. That's true, not the dream) tells me that he has a gift for me, and hands me a head. It's a maroon colored wicker bust (but it's more like the top 2/3 of a head) set around a plastic mold (of the original head?) with the word "Austin" imprinted in the gray plastic of the mold that forms the bottom of the sculpture. Figuring that this was a good time to leave the bar, I head for Common Grounds (a local coffee shop, where I happen to be typing this entry) to get some coffee and peruse the deeper meaning of wicker life models. My rumination time is cut short when I discover that Victoria Beckham (aka Her Hotness Posh Spice) is sitting alone in a near empty Commons, having some tea. Naturally, I want to flirt with the wife of one of the most famous soccer players in the world, so I begin to head on over (God knows what I would say). Unfortunately, Jill (the owner of the coffeehouse) stops me halfway and insists that I go to the back room of the shop and keep an eye on Nick Nolte (who, surprisingly, did not arrive with Victoria) to make sure that he doesn't break anything. My pleas to hit on my second favorite spice (Geri Halliwell, aka Ginger Spice, has been at number one since she went solo. Have you seen her lately? Rowr!) went unheard, and I was forced to supervise a surprisingly placid Mr. Nolte. I didn't even get free coffee out of it.