It's tough to argue with a day that starts with chili and "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip", has more chili in the middle, albeit from a different, higher-class establishment (as evidenced by the real chunks of tomato), and ends with a near-orgy of jazz, Irish music, in-depth discussion of comic books and baseball playoffs, and beer.

Oh, and there was a girl.

So, uh, that was nice.

If only The Ford had managed to complete his lone chore for the day: GET. A. HAIRCUT.

Eh. Perhaps tomorrow.