Someone, urged us to meet him at Pub tonight, but when we arrived he was nowhere to be found. How suspiscious.

 
Just so everyone knows, when a coffeeshop, restaurant, etc is closing do not:

1. Assume you have the right to stay while they clean up around you.

2. Ignore the hint of being served in to go cups when you order 10 minutes before closing

3. Ignore the hint of having your table cleaned off 10 minutes after closing.

4. Take your sweet ass time leaving when asked to leave.

5. Talk on your cell phone, ask to borrow a pen, and then write a small novel on a napkin after you have been asked to leave.

6. Assume that service workers don't have lives or things to do after closing. While this may surprise many people, we do not exist solely to serve you.

**This rant brought to you by too much caffeine and rude customers**

 
To whomever came here looking for homemade tattoo gun plans, I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help.

 
Last night, to satiate James curiosity, I took him to some of the Metairie gay bars. Yes, you heard me correctly, gay bars in the suburbs. And yes, they were more tragic than you could imagine. I think what the bartender said here, probably sums up the whole experience:

"Well, it's kind of dead now, but just wait till about 10:30 when all the bowlers get done, and this place will be jammin."

Yes, he said bowlers.
Yes, he said jammin.
Yes, we left not long after.

 
Despite every attempt at procrastination, I finally got some photos up over here. Mostly from Vancouver, Toronto, and graduation. Of course, there is still a very large pile of pictures to still be scanned and uploaded.

 
I'm finally back home. I need a new liver, a hot shower and a warm bed.