So a Canadian soldier on leave from Afghanistan walks into a bar

And apprently, buys everyone I know shots. His name was Jordan. I think he just wanted a friend. Seriously, this guy purchased 21 shots for our drinking pleasure, then, when we wanted to go to a different club, he paid everyone's cover, which was ten dollars each. I'll admit to feeling a little bad, but I think I did the necessary "No, man, I'll pay--put your money away!" thing, so I'm rectified.

It was Mike Quisao's birthday at midnight this morning. He had a great grand old time, and ended up getting four fairly-to-very attractive girls' phone numbers. Fair play to that. On another note, I am the best dancer in the world, which is probably to my detriment.

We finally got our scene assignments for my Playing Shakespeare class at the Globe theatre. I will be in a scene from King Henry IV, Part I, as King Henry IV. We will also be reciting sonnets. Here's mine, which you may remember:

Two households both alike in dignity
In fair Verona where we lay our scene.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents strife.
The fearful passage of their death marked love
The continuance of their parents rage
Which but their children's end nought could remove
Is now the two hours traffic of our stage.
The which of you with patient ears attend
What here shall miss our toil shall strive to mend.

Just so you know, I typed that from memory. Just so you know.

Also, we cooked dinner for Kevin McCabe's parents last night. Although I didn't want to, Kevin insisted on pasta. We added chicken, and I made the sauce--it turned out better the second time. Then I made some crepes for dessert. Those worked out well. I am a God with any Teflon surface.

I love you all.

Chris