It's Basically a Wine Party

I learned quite a few things from my recent trip to Ohio:

• Ripping the heads off of fresh shrimp made me feel very powerful. (thanks Janee!)
  
  
• It's not polite after a night of balls-to-the-wall drinking to call someone else's cell phone and say, "Who is this? Where am I?" (Thanks Very Gay Mark!)
  
  
• Kirstin's got some "fuckin' tits, girl. Good God!" (Thanks again Very Gay Mark!)
  
  
• It's probably not a good idea to befriend a slightly crazy, homeless girl. (Thanks Corina Corina!)
  
  
• BBQ Corn Nuts are no longer available in Breezewood, PA. (Screw you, Petro All American Plaza.)

A very fulfilling trip, on the whole. Pictures to follow.

In the meantime, Lorelai and I are going to mass on Saturday night. Mass. As in church. On a Saturday night. I'm not sure what it says about me, but I'm actually very excited about it.

In other news ... actually, there is no other news. My bad.

In the Comments section, tell me what you're doing this Saturday night.