--Kiersten's weird idea of a birthday cake
Though A good night anyway.
Travis, thanks for loaning us Jami. We took good care of her, fed her, and got her all calmed down about Philly. You've got to love us. (Except for Matt, who was teaching her how to swear and quizzing her about the differences between Crack and Meth--HIS idea of getting her prepared; but Dan and I got a strangle hold on him. Really. Don't worry. She's all set, but for the packin').
And except for Crystal making fun of my green soda. ("It's just not what I would expect you to order," she says.) Next time I'm buying a purple, tie-dyed Mountain Dew with tadpoles floating in it, Crystal. So there.
But, really, what a treat. There just isn't anyone I'd rather go to dinner with than WC people--past or present (even those who have temporally defected). Julie (and Leanna?)--Next Thursday for seminar and then to dinner? (Why? Because last time moi did not have time to grill Julie about her writing and/or life. Why? Because someone was pushing moi out door of Wingers to go see The HULK. Oh, sad scene: I reached back to Julie, crying out in anguish, "Julie, David, Help me. Save me." Ah...but wait; that's another story.)
However, we need to kidnap Chan and take him with us on Thursday, as he's so hungry he's making up fake contests he can win to get food, as well as panhandling on Main Street and wandering in and out of Seminar to grab some of Kiersten's birthday cake (flat, light brown, no frosting, no candles--just sort of plain ol' biscuits). Hi Chan; Bye Chan. Is he alright?
I'm going to fill in blank spots about my life next Thursday(maybe) and will need a huge banquet afterward--with good friends--to wash it down. GOODNIGHT. I have now stayed up 75 minutes past time, but I'll bet I still beat Nate and Crystal. They're so easy.