Yay – I’m hardwired into the internet at home. Finally – some sort of reliable access that doesn’t involve bogarting my neighbors’ connections. Which is not entirely kosher in the first place. Anyway, here it is.

My Saturday night: Best Sangria Ever + interesting and amusing people + a midnight walk on the beach * (awkward moment with Ashley’s Confederate-flag-loving-too-recent-ex on the street + dude dressed like a clown at Wawa at 2 a.m.) = Best Birthday Party Ever. Good times.

More later, probably something about Michael Callahan’s inability to understand the meaning of the word “pride.”