weezer! yeah that's falling for you off one of the top five best albums ever. i dig weezer. so do you. anyone who doesn't at least sort of like weezer is crazy in my book.
sweet d and pat and i hosted our first gathering of sorts, and if you love us you were there. in fact, people were here, i think, that don't love us at all, but instead love pie and Pi and beer.
aaron, thanks for the tequila. it's gone im pretty sure, and sweet d nor i drank a lick. rest of the team surely enjoyed. thanks for the pizza too.
the best pie of the night award goes to larry, for the amazing french toast crunch pie. i wish i could link to a wikipedia article or something right now. but i can't. we should write one, larry.
i've never had a party that was such a juxtapose of pregnant ladies/ hanging my guests' coats and beer pong/complaints from the landlord. i was pulled, you know? sweet d, pat, and i finished the night with some champagne on the roof. i love our house and i love hanging out drunk on the roof when its raining. please be happy the three of us are still alive.
also! please be happy that michael is alive. he scared the dickens out of me with his stupid car accident. i love you michael. drive safe please.
we had fabulous sexual harassment training at g@rm!n yesterday. overall, it was informative. michael cracked us all up with this entertaining exchange:
lawyer: well, michael. say someone started here six months ago and they're offended by you...
michael: (interrupting lawyer) they are.
i finished up the fabulous day with a life lesson on using a drill from sweet d:
sweet d: the trick is steady constant pressure plus confidence.
yeah. i dig my new digs. life is grand.
*devon*
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