We're in the car, the Robeau is driving us home from the opening night of Billy Elliot at the Canon Theatre.
Me: (while typing on my blackberry) I realize, by the way, that I look like some kind of 80's douchebag in these fingerless gloves.
Me: I mean, it just makes it so much easier to type on the blackberry.
Him: I hadn't noticed.
Me: Seriously? I look like an overfed Dickensian orphan.
Him: Please Sir, may I tweet some more?