Fabio was hit in the face by a bird on a rollar coaster

I forgot to mention I had Bubba's poutine last night. God, I missed that greasy, deadly food. So much, in fact, that I ate the cheese curds and fries off of the table.

The first song Lauren played on her radio show was dedicated to me (it was Sexy Boy by Air). This was the bait she used to get Meghan and I down to the station--and it worked like a charm. While we headed down to the station, we passed fields littered in children. Meghan and I concocted a plan to walk up to the children with the biggest smile on our faces, and then proceed to kick children randomly, whilst holding our smiles...I doubt I'm doing this idea any justice.

The plan was to go to the Goat after the show. Upon waiting for Lauren to put away whatever she had to put away, Meghan noticed a Hate Crime poster. Why is this seemingly superfluous information important? Because Meghan didn't know it was a Hate Crime poster at first; she thought it was a "Hat Crime" poster due to the "e" being covered up. Oh, we had a good laugh. Hat Crimes. Drive by hattings. Chalk outlines of corpses with a really big hat on. The list went on. We are cool. Really.

After time spent at the Goat, I made Meghan and Lauren my infamous Pizza Sandwich. So famous, in fact, that the name deserves capital letters and a lack of quotation marks. I put so much cheese in between two pizza crusts that it sort of made a mess of the tray it was on in the oven. Oh, but it was orgasmic. Literally; Meghan and Lauren had to change their pants. Actually, that was a big fat lie, but it would have been funny if that was indeed the case.

Anyways. The original plan was to partake in 2.50 shots at Shoeless Joes. Scott phoned (!) and informed me that he was able to see me tomorrow, and that he was coming up at around 10 in the morning. Not wanting to be hung-over for him, we altered these plans. Long story short, we took Lauren to Shoeless and after four shots she was pissed. Before this consisted of a bunch of us hanging out at Second Cup. And after this consisted of playing Aerobie, which isn't the greatest of ideas in the dark; that thing is so fucking hard to see at night. But so much comedy ensued, so it was definitely worth it. Good times, really.

I've also decided I'm getting a tattoo tomorrow--some sort of birthday present to myself. It will be of the simple dragon design on the cover of the Hobbit. I think that that encompasses all things fantasy-- something I have an incredible hard-on for. The tattoo will have its permanent house located on my lower back. I'm really excited but really nervous at the same time. Hopefully I go through with this.

I've had such a blast this week, and because of this I don't want to go back home. Back under my parent's thumb. Granted they're more liberal now than they've ever been, I just don't like the fact I'm so ... suffocated by them. Meghan has been a more than generous host, and I'm forever in her debt for making this week as wonderful as it's been.