The 27 phenomenon has reached new heights. I can't see or hear or look at the number without feeling a surge of joy. 27 brings all the memories, events, and people associated to the fore, and makes me happy. It is a semantic network completely saturated with positives. A sizeable number of people are insisting that they will get 27 tattoos; the 27th of this month marks the two year anniversary of ours.

On Saturday Matthew, Jason, Antonio, and I played in a beer pong tourney along with many others. M's team won and we continued playing afterwards, culminating in the 4:30 a.m. no shirt challenge game, which M and I won. T's girl interest's brother was there. He ran Boston representing the BAHston fire depAHtment. He is cool.