First thing: two of my housemates are from New York and are obsessed Yankee fans. They watch Red Sox games just so they can jeer and hope they lose. One of them came home tonight with a girl (who was so drunk she could barely stand and tried to talk with about 6 of us stanford students just chilling at 2 am in the living room about how she was going to Mexico and would fight the revolutionaries...) and they went upstairs; 20 minutes she came back down wearing a different shirt and said the guy was asleep but she needed her keys. So she sent one of our guys upstairs to retrieve them. All he came down with was her shirt and underwear (why she hadn't brought them down herself is a mystery) and the story that the guy was indeed passed out- with his pants around his ankles. I think we all laughed for about an hour. And her keys were on top of the cupboard. Because that's where you put them.

Secondly: DC is amazing and you should all come visit/Michael you should come sooner! Tho, Wednesday at work all I managed to do was cut a hole in my pants accidentally, run over my foot with my chair and scrape off all of the skin, and activate the porn filter on my computer while searching for environmental blogs (so now the government knows I look at porn). Really, it's called being a winner.