Let's just get a few quotes from this weekend out of the way first:

• "You're only using me for my body heat."
• Mike: "Chuck Hagel sends me lots of letters."
  Stef: "About what?"
  Mike: "Oh, Chuck Hagel wants to have sex with me."
• "If you keep talking that fast I'm gonna throw you off the god damned boat."

But maybe what's most interesting about this weekend isn't what was said, but what wasn't said. I really don't understand why an old friend has stopped saying hello to me, but I'll just let it drop since this isn't really the right place to start that sort of drama.

Aside from being ignored, though, this weekend went really well, the major highlight being dinner and drinks with Ben's dad, who not only bummed a cigarette from our waitress, but also managed to schedule (a tongue-in-cheek) getaway to Antigua with a girl half his age (not to mention that he told us all about the sexual solicitations of Senator Hagel).

Partying with the chief is indeed grand.

And now for two words that will jog my memory when I revisit this entry in a few months: fire extinguisher.

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I think most of the stuff I've been writing in here has been pretty non-emotional lately. Makes for pretty boring reading, I know.

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By the time I get home from 17 hours of work + class today, my roomate should have a new car. Neat.