After work last night, I took a last minute trip to Frisco to celebrate my friend Matt's graduation. Oh, yeah, good times were had by all. Watching Jericho and Joe dance in the front seat, entertaining other drivers while waiting at the toll booth, drinks and dancing at Badlands, dinner at Orphan Andy's, deep conversations between dry heaves outside with Matt, being forced to move by the cops (we didn't piss in the yard, we just barfed a little), a completely random visit from some guy from Alaska (rubber necks and Rubik's cubes... wtf???), can't forget about "marra lishense" (yeah, Matt had a bit too much '7-up'... and why he talks like he's from Brooklyn when he drinks I'll never know)... I didn't make it home 'til three, got very little sleep (I worked at 9 this morning), but it was worth it. I'll never get the chance to celebrate like that again. Life's short. Live it like every day is your last.