Last night was my last "night out" in Houston. I invited pretty much everyone I know in Houston, and if I missed anyone, I was hoping the ones I got would spread the word. It was a good time. I got really drunk, but not stupid-sloppy three-sheets to the wind drunk. I even shot tequila - something I reserve for special occasions (like waking up in the morning). (Just kidding).

Last night was one of those nights when your various pockets friends finally meet. You know what I mean. You have friends that have never met, but whom you talk about with your other friends. So you end up talking about people you know with other people you know, who don't know those first people (get all that?) Basically, my worlds were colliding.

In other news, packing sucks. I have way too many books. And I'll be giving away like six pairs of shoes I haven't worn in a year. I have no idea why I have these shoes. They were probably on sale and I felt compelled to buy them. Damn sales. Damn effective marketing strategies.

I move to Dallas Wednesday. I'll be moving in with my new roomie Pajama Grrl. No, PJ and I are not dating. Anyone getting ideas can just kill those ideas. However, she might catch a glimpse or two of my manly hairiness. I like walking around in my boxers. I bet I just created a wonderful image in all of your respective minds.