Apparently the 6th slipped past me.

Anthony tried to say goodbye to me but I was asleep on Spencer's floor and couldn't be awoken. But he was asleep when he was stretching in those insane windbreaker pants, nose to kneecap, before that. So I guess it's okay. Fallin' asleep at all the wrong times.

Earlier, I had Reds and Jen told me I should get a whiskey on ice, to complete the Texan girl look. I love that it is incomprehensible/weird to her that whiskey tastes like juice to me. "Seriously," I said. "I grew up drinking this out of a baby bottle." Basically true. I went to get a drink for us to share and an old (like old old) man bought it for me.