On Friday night, Matt and I saw Rounding Third, an Off-Broadway play for which Matt had been given free tickets. The play had its moments, although I don’t think either of us would have paid $55 to see it. It was very, very average. But since it was free, it was a nice way to spend an evening. And hey — now I have another Playbill for my collection.

Afterwards, we had drinks with Mike and the illustrious Brad, who’s in town for a few days from St. Louis. He regaled us with his review of Bounce and his tales of Hugh Jackman and old British ladies. It all made me feel so fabulous.

On Saturday morning, Matt made me get on his scale so we could measure my weight and body fat percentage. (It can measure both of these things — it’s a magic scale.)

It turns out I weigh less than I’d thought.

I’m a smidge under 5 foot 6, and I’d thought I weighed 125 pounds. But no — I actually weigh 117 pounds, and I have 8 percent body fat, which is apparently just within the healthy range; any lower percentage and I’d be underweight.

I hadn’t weighed myself in ages, but I didn’t think it was possible for me to be thinner than I’d thought I was.

I guess this means I can keep drinking alcohol and eating burgers.

Feel free to throw things at me.