Happy 4th of July! Now if my neighbors could stop with the fireworks... we already had one house burn down, right across the street. No need for there to be another.
I just re-read that. Crap. Be safe with the fireworks? When did I start saying things old people say? Unrelated, when did I start feeling the effects of drinking the next day?
My FM transmitter for my IPOD seems to know when I am starting a long drive, and die right at the beginning, then mockingly work when I am going 2 blocks to get take-out chinese food. I really need to put CD's other than the first half of Reel Big Fish live and the Easy A soundtrack in my car.
My sister is 22 years old, and got called "old" in a bar. Does that seem right to you?
I really like Madison. People were friendly, I found my way around without too much issue, and I found a local magazine that seemed to do a good job listing stuff to do. Most importantly, I found a bar where the bartender had Star Trek: The Next Generation playing when I came to the upstairs part. Epic. Of course, there were cute girls around, so I tried to downplay my excitement... but I will certainly be back.
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