Yeah, I can't believe I'm up at 9 a.m. either.

Last night's activities: Jumper with Ben and Jenna, and the Tasty Beer Party (a.k.a. my birthday party) with prettymuch everyone. Except Barry, who sent snacks and beer along with his regrets.

We spent most of the party upstairs, drinking the beers everyone had brought and playing a loose round of King's Cup. The oft-geeky conversation topics came close to matching my Platonic ideal.

(I see today that I still owe a drink for my answer of "Elizabeth Brainerd" for the category "famous Minnesotans." I was thinking of Anne Eliza Brainerd, but that's still wrong: she was actually a Vermonter.)

Last night's special guest: fellow Lawrentian Beth. Even now that I'm sober, I'm amazed that she'd never seen Josie and the Pussycats; I really tried to make that a Lawrence institution. Interrogation revealed that she'd never attended one of our Lawrence pre-parties, either.

It was clear even at the time that neither King's Cup nor the Josie drinking game really fit in with the whole "tasty beer" thing, but I seem to find it hard to have a party here without it degenerating into one or both of those games. They're fun, and old habits die hard.

Speaking of Josie: waking up with a Du Jour song stuck in your head is almost as bad as waking up to a hangover — this is why I only watch that movie maybe once every five or six months. Right now I'm all set for Josie, thanks.

By the time everyone cleared out I was tired, but not particularly drunk; it's hard to get smashed off of heavy, mostly-delicious beers. Easier: falling asleep on the couch during the season finale of Psych.