You know what I'm talking about

Na na na na na
na na na na na
nuh-na nuh-na nuh nuh-na nuh-na na.

Weekend rose: Singing "Ain't No Sunshine" karaoke drunk in front of a pub of locals with Maya, who went to high school with Jeff Mornealt, who I hung out with freshman year at GrmCeh. Connecxi-ohns, eh?

Weekend thorn: Severe indigestion from the Mexican food we ate tonight. And farting.

PS -- Let it be known that Jess co-coordinated a Feminist Fair at APU which was held this weekend, and featured an amazing array of entertainment, including a choir of 15 local women, a team of belly dancers, a singer named Judy Gorman from New York, an Anti-Global Violence Against Women demonstration, a bunch of different local organizations (like planned parenthood and stuff), face painting, palm reading, free shirts...the list goes on, people. The point is she rocks your box. Hard. And, big surprise--she's CALF alum material. True effing story.