What can I say about Friday night except that I can't remember. Actually, that's false, and I can remember. I remember DLC enjoying their night. It's been a while since we've done that and aside from Hands-On McCoy, ("I's a feer'n maw!")the night went by pretty simply alcoholicly enjoyable. Don't worry, I was awake. It's just something happened and I tended to take blame upon myself, maybe rightly so. Taking blame seems to happen when I get sloshed. But all in all, I enjoyed myself. I especially liked the Greek Festival. That was pretty fun. The food looked great and the company made it all worth while. We saw Greek folk dancing and we ate Greek food, Texan style. Actually, we sat on the curb and ate; can you call that Texan style? Anyway, food was good, drinks in a car, good, feeling sh*tty in the morning, priceless.

So, what have we learned, boys and girls? That's right! Nothing... And knowing nothing is half the battle. When's the next party? I'm glutton for some more punishment. Yea-haw!!!

Mom asked me about my "money friend". It seems I haven't talked about that person for a while. For those of us who know what I'm talking about, well, I had to come clean to momsie. She gave me that, "Sucks to be you" looks, when I told her. Can you beleive it? My own moms gave me that look. I didn't even know she knew it. Hell, all that was left was for her to pat me on the head and say, "Aahhh, it's Oo-Tay". Ever since the stories started circling, I knew I was never going to see the person again. I guess I was just being an optimist.