My day was fairly uneventful. I cleaned, I ate some hot wings, and I wrote two proof of concepts games for my Zune.

After some text messages from my youngest sister imploring me to meet her at a bar (the Firewater where her fiance djs) I left my fortress of solitude and headed out into the night.

Fifteen minutes later I was there, hung out, had some drinks, saw the crowd she rolls with, and then headed out to the 'Box.

A few games of Monster Madness and Photo Hunt last call came too soon.

I rolled from there to the iconic basement of my buddy. He had his sister, her friend, a high school friend, and his dad there. About four Michelob Genuine Drafts later I was out and headed to the gas station.

I sit here munching on my Jacks Links beef stick and writing this. I adored the shots at my buddy's dad's basement.. I adored the fact my buddy's sister's friend was hammered and needed attention. I adored the 90's channel on cox, but alas I am home and should be in bed.

What at night.