I was killing time around W. 3rd Street today and walked into one of my favorite shops, New Stone Age. I try to steer away from buying tsotchkes, but this one I couldn't resist. It's a little figurine of a man in a Tom Wolfe outfit that glows in the dark. Matt and I have already decided he's going to be our bartender and add a little humor to Matt's serious wine collection. It was four dollars and I couldn't be happier to have this supremely useless plastic man which we have yet to name, I'm sure it will come to us.