I met Spicoli, his girlfriend, and some of his old buddies at Buffalo’s Brewpub at around 10pm tonight. When they kicked us out at midnight we went to The Bistro for more brews. Hayward still sucks ass. However, it was nice to hang with old friends again.

Drinking the “good stuff” is a lot different from drinking Silver Bullets. I can drink Coors Light (2.5% alcohol) all day and hardly feel any effects. But drinking a dark beer (6% alcohol or better) and I’m feeling it after the first pint. Tonight I had too many…

Spicoli’s new girlfriend is a hot little number with a thick Boston accent. She is an electrical engineer for Raytheon, and a bazillion times smarter than I am (and Tim too!). I spent a good amount of time picking her brain about the NASA and JPL projects she’s worked on. But I was drunk so I don’t remember what we talked about. At any rate, Tim has done well!

It’s almost 2am and I’m wide awake. Drunk, and yet wide awake. It’s times like this that I wish I was still in good ol’ Chico, where I could simply walk across the street and chat with some friends, stay up until dawn, tell stories, and drink beer.