[:the night of the attacking condiments:] Technically, coffee isn't a condiment. But you know what, we'll pretend it is to make me feel better. It was just funny how I was so careful not to spill it in Katie's car, and just as I take a sip from the cup at the Amusement office, the whole thing splatters onto my khaki pants, a bit on my brand-new J Crew button-down shirt. I thought it looked pretty damn nice, but now it just looks like the victim of a bad hangover - mysterious, dark stains, and oh yeah, mustard from Wendy's. Grreeeat.
"What gets out hummus, what gets out hummus?!"
On a brighter note, got lovely pics from the concert back, thanks to BB. Wahoo!