it's me, scott. smack smack smack!

it's been a long time. how've you been? everything has been good with you, i hope? you look great!! no, i'm serious-- have you lost weight? that shirt looks really good on you! i love that color.

me? oh, i've been good. i went to chicago last weekend with heath, neil, and karin, and we stayed in a swank hotel that encouraged us to get drunk in it's lobby! no, seriously. they had a "complimentary wine hour" and everybody was drinkin' it up and partying right next to the reservation desk. and they had a dj! a real one, spinning records. swank.

(i love the word "swank" and hate the word "swag". does that make me two-faced? or like, double-standarded? or whatever the phrase i'm looking for is? i hope not. i just don't like "swag" for some reason.)

also. isn't swank, like. a slang term for porno? haha.

anyway.

friday night i went out with some coworkers because it was karl's last day, and we went and ate buffalo wings and drank $2 22oz beer. how can you beat that? you can't. anyway, ed forgot to show up, so josh and i went over to his apartment building. only. we forgot which apartment he lives in, and we couldn't get in to knock on his door, so i did the incredibly rude (but, you know, tricky) think of buzzing every single apartment in the building. and 6 people simultaneously said "yeah?" and "who is it?" and "who the fuck is this it's 11pm at night?!" and i just said "oh, it's me!" and someone buzzed me in. haha, tricky.

and as i was walking to ed's apartment, some guy in a yellow shirt opened his door and stared at us, and i said "oops, wrong buzzer!" and he just continued staring. and then ed opened his door and i said "hi ed!" and the guy in the yellow shirt looked at ed and said "they hit the wrong buzzer."

because he was obviously a pretty smart guy, and wanted to make ed aware of that.

so yeah, we went out downtown and that was pretty much the end of any interesting stories i could be telling about friday right now.

so yeah, then saturday and sunday and monday were chicago, and oh wow how the week has gone by fast! tomorrow i am going back to chicago (it seems i spend more time there than here lately. odd.) and then thursday work and friday payday! i love this week already.

did i ever mention that heath and i (neil too?) are going to be in a band called "twisted testicle"? because karin said her brother got one once somehow ("you can get one just by sitting down! i don't understand how guys can wear boxers!") and. that is just obviously the best name in existance for a band. you'll come see us play, right?

did i ever tell you this joke? please laugh:

q: why don't seagulls ever fly over the san francisco bay?
a: because. then they'd be bay gulls!

(bagels. get it? fine, i hate you. i'm never telling you another joke ever again, stupid internet.)

love,
scott.

ps - i don't know if you know what i look like these days or not, but there is a picture of all of us in chicago if you'd like to click here! but karin isn't in the picture because she was taking the pictures. also, drunk. she was drunk.