Last night was friendly. I went on an extra-long run�about 4 miles�then came home and watched "The Daily Show" with my Mom while I filled out my name-change forms in triplicate.

Then Jenn, Heather and Ransom arrived and we drank beer and talked with my Mom. Then Courtney showed up and we eventually walked over to the pub. On the way we were joined by Pie, whose favorite movie is Pi, naturally.

At the bar, Jenn and I played many songs on the jukebox. She played "Knowing Me, Knowing You" and I loudly and drunkenly proclaimed that the Nobel committee should adopt a prize for excellence in pop hooks, and that the first recipient should be Abba, for the triumphant yet poignant hook employed after each chorus of the aforementioned song.

I introduced myself to two people as Jake, and it felt right and good.

When the bar closed we piled into Katie's car and she drove us to the Hearty Platter at Exit 201. On the way we listened to the radio and Ransom and Jenn sang along with Beck's "Loser" with frightening accuracy. I am old enough to remember when I first heard that song on the radio and thought it sounded "weird" and wondered who in the world its creator was.

At the Hearty Platter, which we learned has changed its name to the Pine Cone, we were served with great deference and joviality by two extremely good-natured women. After our food arrived, Jenn ate some of hers, then suddenly got up and ran to the bathroom. It was not until we left the restaurant that she told us what had happened: she'd thrown up after finding a pubic hair on her eggs.

Otherwise, it was quite an enjoyable experience and we hope to repeat it as soon as we've steeled our viscera accordingly. The end.

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