Oh, life.

I've been working almost every day, and yesterday after work I met up with Brian at the Cage. It was nice to catch up with him, and he told me people think I'm disingenuous because I look like I could be friends with Lindsay Lohan, so. Points.

We tumbled back to his studio to get his bike, and then he coerced me into riding on his (old, rusty, Schwinn cruiser's) handlebars from campus to Bloomfield. Remember, this is after the bar. And swigs o' Rum in his studio. Here's a visual:

It's a long way, people.

Then I assisted Randall in making a Strawberry-Rubarb pie and muffins until 2:30 am.

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"Mary told me that you went home with some guy you met when you were wasted."
"Yeah. But now we're in love!"