Quiet Evening

Ran into Rusty and Buford and Sam and George and Nick and Clyde and Londen in the basement last night. We played some poker and had a few laughs.

Then something really weird happened. We were doing a little foraging here and there when Londen happened across a little yellow box with some powder in it. I didn't like the taste so just left it to him. Well, you know Lon, he gorged himself and then went a bit crazy. He kept screaming "hard four," claimed to have been a basketball star once and started saying Stonewall Jackson was some former President.

But, I set pretty strict limits on the amount of historical ignorance I'll be exposed to, and after a few minutes of that craziness I lost Lon and hit the kitchen for some high-fiber cereal that for some reason didn't agree with me too much. I just couldn't get it out of my system and had to spend a while squatting on the knives with severe cramps.

Finally after I started to feel a little better, the guys and I (minus Londen) got together again and sang a few choruses of Band on the Run before we finally split up for good.

I love spring break.