Thoroughly Josie-d.

Markie arrived uncharacteristically early, with her friend Matt. Although when I say "early," I actually mean "on time" — such is the strange logic of party invites. Everyone else showed up about a half hour or so later, and by 9 o'clock we had squeezed everyone except Jenna's new roommate Chase onto the basement L-couch for Josie and the Pussycats.

Owing to the large number of people there (nine), we played girls vs. guys. There's some inevitable free-riding and mishearing and whatnot in that kind of situation, but ultimately enough of us were drinking to nearly exhaust my beer supply.

Because you can't just leave right after a drinking game, but also because I wanted to make sure these people got their money's worth after making the long drive to White Bear, we ended the night with this week's episode of Top Chef.

(I was thwarted by my efforts to mock the overearnest Hung when I confused him with Goil from Top Design. I'm pretty sure that makes me this month's Who's a Racist Now? champion. It definitely means I've watched too much Bravo.)

Everyone cleared out after Top Chef, and I tried to watch Flash Gordon only to find out that it was boring and campy. My brother got home around midnight and was surprised to find me alone on the L-couch, scrolling through the free movies, surrounded by empty bottles and cans.