it's me, scott.

last night was great. laurie's electricity was out, so we cooked spaghetti outside on her charcoal grill. i didn't eat any (i hate spaghetti), but had bread and salad and a glass of whiskey which was delicious.

at night, the slugs come out. we had candles all over, and the slug trails glimmered in the light. very romantic, really. jim and chris tried to convince (to no avail, unfortunately) two slugs to have sex. the girl slug just wouldn't give it up. what a tease. it was a magical moment, none the less.

several drinks and 30-minute-long arlo guthrie songs later, we called it a night. missed out on american idol, but kate recorded it, so we've got big plans for tonight now!

go kelly clarkson!! don't let that big ass hold you back, girl.

love,
scott.