Woke up at 6:30 this morning to John waking up. Turns out he's an early riser. When I finally opened my eyes up, it was about 7:15, the sun was shining in them and John was half laying in his bed reading a phone book. What a way to wake up.
Went and got my card so I could eat free of hassle, then walked to the parking place. I had the pleasure of learning that I am number 53 on the waiting list for a parking permit. Sweet. Where do I park my truck, asked I. I got a shrug and a "well do you know anyone in town?" I guess that's administrative speak for "You're pretty much SOL." So I need to find a place to put my truck. If you are in the habit of praying, pray for that. In fact, maybe make an exception if you're not.
Met some more people, had fun, and so on and so forth. The night pretty much ended with Peter and I watching clips on YouTube of people getting hit with fast flying objects. Over and over again. Oh. Something that's super funny. He drives a 95 Nissan Maxima, riced out for sure, but he definitely put an Acura hood ornament on it as well as an Acura decal on the back, so people like me that drive trucks would definitely think it was an Acura. Sneaky-Sneaky.
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