Mainly what I remember is that we started at the Deadwood as usual, and began dispatching pitchers. We were all celebrating Nick's birthday. I offered to let him sleep at my place and puke all over my bathroom, since that's what I did to him on my birthday. Ransom had a pitcher all to himself and played several Pixies songs on the jukebox. I was just glad to have everyone there.

Jenn and I paid a man on the street two dollars to play a traditional Swedish folk tune on his fiddle. It was worth it. We proceeded to the Alley Cat, and Ruthie from the Real World Hawaii was there. Portions of the crowd surged around her as she walked through the bar. She is about two and a half feet tall.

Erin Green insisted I do an Irish Car Bomb shot with her. "I'm Irish!" I said, and she said, "I'm a car bomb!" Then we did another shot and I jammed more beers into my face.

Ransom and Jenn and I had a mini-after-hours where I drank half a gallon of milk and ate a microwave burrito.

Now I am trying to apply for jobs online. It is the most infuriating experience of all time. To anyone who is considering applying for jobs: don't.

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