'Took the Polar Express back to the Arctic Circle from H-town yesterday. (CGI-animated kind-hearted Tom Hanks clones sadly not included. 'Just this crass lady behind me who wouldn't shut up about the vast airline conspiracy the whole way home.)

And of what I remember, the wedding was a smashing good time...pun enthusiastically intended. There's this drink called "Dewars" - maybe you've heard of it. 'Turns out it goes magnificently with several cubes of frozen water. And several shots of tequila. ...And a couple glasses of red wine. And perhaps a couple of peppered bloody mary's.

(...wait, where did I go this weekend, again?)

Bill Simmons was right: That new Light Rail really is an accident waiting to happen. Imagine a subway. Now imagine a subway flying through the street without any guardrails or fencing - just a track plunked down in the pavement. Oh, and it runs straight through the downtown bar/club district. After midnight - when everyone's stumbling outside.

(I would link the Simmons reference, but unfortunately the greedy bastards at ESPN are now charging for archives.)

It's a fortunate turn of events that I decided not to take any leisurely strolls after the reception. ...Any strolls that I remember, at least.

'Got to see Cronkette again, which I had going for me, which was nice. I had to approach her, introduce myself in case she had forgotten who I was, remind her that we were actually dating (which makes perfect sense since her name's 'Cronkette,' which matches quite nicely with 'Cronkite,' by perfect coincidence. That detail seemed to remind her. Then she vaguely remembered my face and we were off to the races.)

And yesterday I was drinking bloody mary's poolside. POOLSIDE! It's FORTY FUCKING DEGREES right now before wind. God hath truly forsaken me. As my new roommate Hugh would say, "You ain't seen nothing yet, Surferboy." Then he goes on to describe January, where it gets so cold you literally want to kill someone. A good thing to hear, especially coming from your roommate.

Today my friend Emily and I spent two hours waiting to talk to the legal affairs guy at the Sun Times, who was involved in this big reporter privilege/First Amendment circuit course case not too long ago. We're using him as a source in our upcoming papers, which both deal a lot with the Valerie Plame/Joseph Wilson scandal.

Both Emily's and my eye's almost popped out of their sockets when he described the Plame situation as a small, "victimless crime." (...?? ...!!)

Excellent. And with that I have a solid start to my term paper.

And in a strange turn of events, he was late because he was interviewing the same guy I was covering last week, who taped his scuffle with police all while his little girl was in the back seat.

That's right - I scooped the Sun Times.

...

[cough. ahem.]

(...did anybody buy that? Oh well. It was worth a shot - you can't blame me.)

Anyways, no time to chat, just too friggin' much to do today, like not failing out of school, which is always a good thing to take care of.

"A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day!!"