Last night, I drank more than I ever have in my life. Yes, Mel, even more
than *that* time. Owen and Felicia took me out to a casino/pool bar, and I
can't even remember how many VB's I had. We sat next to an old, very drunk
English guy who was very flexible. His legs were twisted together like they
were crossed twice. Owen and I spent some time asking him how he did it.
Then we went to the arcade and I beat his ass at Daytona 500 by a carlength.
On the way home, we spotted a cool little karaoke dive called Juju's, and
some girl was singing "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" by U2.
We'll be hitting that place next week. Owen is turning out to be a really
cool guy.

I crashed on the floor of Felicia's place last night and then woke up early
this morning to carry my three very heavy bags three blocks from the hostel.
Two locals actually offered to help me carry my stuff. How often does that
happen at home? I need to go shopping for a sleeping bag today (the floor
was not very soft). Tonight, I'll be going in for some training at the
Internet place, and then I think Felicia wants to drink again. She is a
monster.

Turns out I can change my tickets to a three-month, six-month, or 12-month
stay for a reasonable fee. I'll keep you all posted.

Until next time,

Jeff