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You know what I am getting damn sick of? I am getting sick of our damn friends leaving town. Dammit.

All right, mild obscenities aside, it is pretty annoying. Guys, I am way too lazy to make new friends. I had to go to another good friend going-away party this weekend. Great party, but jeez, what a bummer. Seriously everyone, stop leaving town. I command it.

I made chocolate truffles for this party and observed a surprising phenomenon. The truffles coated in chocolate disappeared first (no surprise). People didn’t eat truffles rolled in cocoa powder, which is the traditional truffle coating, or the ones coated in nuts. But they did eat the ones rolled in toasted coconut. Huh.

Also, Dan finally wised up that he always has to drive for parties, so I was the designated driver. Luckily, there were other DD’s there and many pregnant women, so I had lots of sober folks to talk to. Not that it’s unsatisfying in any way to talk to drunk people when you are sober. I love explaining subtle jokes several times. It’s fun. Doesn’t ruin the humor at all.

Anyway, when the party moved downtown, I got pulled over for making a left through a red light. I swear*, the light turned red over my head. It was yellow when I started turning. Apparently I had the utter confidence of one who is stone-cold sober, because I didn’t get a ticket, despite also having an inaccurate address on my license. Woo! Sobriety rocks!

* A lot. I swear a lot. Like a pirate. I try to clean it up though, for you, my faithful reader.