...you know, like, my world. It was the best. We watched the Wild lose 1-0 in double overtime, then cooked our own dinner, got dressed, rained on and the hell out of there (in the Eclipse). We went to the dance, then came back home, changed, got ice cream (the best damned ice cream in the world) and went to Adam's. Pretty standard. But by the time we got back to my house after trying (unsuccessfully) to get Anna back to her's, the sun had come up and it was past six in the morning. I got to feel all gentlemanly because I let her take my bed while I slept on the couch. We got back to Anna's around one and got to hang out with real, honest-to-god activists. The kind that have been arrested. Multiple times. And with celebrities. Like Martin Sheen. See? It rocked.
...you know, like, my world.
-Todd
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