Yes, yes, I'm home. We all know that.

Ten minutes after I got home, Larson and Dylan were at my house. And for some reason, they both gave my the kind of reassuring masculine butt-pat which freaked me out a month ago when The D.J did it. In fact, I received much of the same at the bonfire.

Larson invited all of us over to his cabin for the bonfire, which was fun. Everyone was in top form: Jenna was talkative and angsty, Graham was loud and opinionated, Larson engaged in hand-on-hand action before our very eyes, Dylan was combative and apologetic, Adam was incessantly logical and understanding, and Manney was just hilarious. Well, none of them was reducible to a single adjective, but I've missed this bizarre dynamic.

There were two other people there- the former girlfriend of my Gothic German (who was quite welcome) and Larson's weird friend--the other Adam--who has yet to make an impression on me.

Anyways, there were many memorable moments, and since I see that Graham, who recorded said moments in his Palm Pilot, has chosen to place one of the greatest ideas ever right in the public domain, instead of talking about last night, well, I suppose I should say something.

Manney said some of the most hilarious things I've ever heard; among them an It's A Wonderful Life parody in which Justin B, the only person in the world horrible enough to draw Meghan Rahn's ire, was shown what a world without him would be like. For without people worse than us, what basis of comparison would we have?

I realize this is pretty dry. It was pretty nice to be out past two--I no longer have a curfew--and I used every hour of freedom wisely. The last was spent having a philological conversation with Adam (the good one) about Jenna and Social Norms. We're freaking geniuses.

Well, time to find some way to entertain myself tonight.