Saturday Night! Sick!
We're having a potluck! It's pretty sick, actually. Leinie's is flowing like wine, Allison and Becca are instinctively flocking like the salmon of Capistrano, and you know that Daft Punk is making an appearance. It's Tucker and Sara's last night in town, and although we are sad about this, we may as well have a celebration to commemorate the fact that they did actually come to Bozeman. On the plus side of them leaving, I get to reclaim my room. I will, however, miss my Paco pad. Some nights perhaps I will still sleep on it and remember the good old days. Well, this is all I can write for now, because it's party time (as it usually is).