Tonight I attended a get-together at Phil's place. It was in celebration of Kristina's birthday. (Forgive me if I misspelled her name, I'm not sure whether it's with a 'K' or a 'Ch') We easily floated a pony keg and then drank most of 2.5 cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon. After this, the party slowly disintegrated as we puffed on a bowl of shisha. At this point, I am at home; Mike has gone to bed, and Adam is passed out in an upright position on my couch. For lack of anything better to do, I'm probably going to play a little Warcraft III on battle.net and maybe read some of Neal Stephenson's Quicksilver
03:27 -epw