People,

Last night was the 12-Gauge's birthday, and I just gotta say that he gets better looking every damn year. And so, in honor of his handsomness and general affability we all headed out for a night on the town.

Highlights:

- MCat managed to break his ankle over the weekend, so it was fun to watch him try to cross the street, work his cane and light a cigarette all at the same time. Naturally, no assistance was offered.

- Before heading out, 12-G, MCat and myself all played Ghost Recon and ate about three pounds of Sour Patch Kids. "Hefeweizen, do you know Sour Patch Kids?" "{growl}We've met"......Ouch.

- There was an acoustic guitar player at the bar who, despite being this chubby short guy, did a DEAD-ON Jewel. I swear to God you would have thought Ms. Kilcher was right there. I think Jordan made out with him later.

- We found out that the record is mixed and on its way to our doorsteps and, subsequently, to your hearts.....