2005-07-13 - 5:16 p.m.

It was unseasonably cold and I don't remember much of it. I remember that I really didn't feel like going out that night since I was fucking beat from working all night. We went over. Shannon had tried to make Ben Cole birthday cake and it had gone horribly wrong, and it turned out like this thin layer or cookie something. But Amy and I thought it was the best thing we ever had and insisted on eating the majority of it.

Shannon and I feel asleep on the moose hair couch. Amy jumped in on the marathon RISK game for one of Ben's friends who passed out. And they all threatened to draw on said passed out friend, Shannon and me. I'm glad they didn't. And I don't know who conquered Urkutsk, but my hat is off to whoever did. You really couldn't blame us for falling asleep. It was late. There was moose hair. And Ben was smoking his intoxicating church warden pipe. Those wacky farmer hobbit friends of mine!

So Ben's birthday pretty much looks like this in my brain's dust bin:

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