Hung out at Amelia's last night with her and Dylan, doing whatever it is that young college students in Brainerd do. And too much of it.
After sitting on the porch for an hour or so, exchanging obscure news about even more obscure Brainerdites, we ended up in the T.V. room, watching the first season of Chappelle's Show and eating tasty crackers.
Dylan's is the second cameo by one of my non-Hamlinite childhood friends in the week I've been home. As I've blogged already, I saw Adam last weekend.
I can't remember the last time I've been in the same room with both of them. It's probably been years.
Now, if I can figure out a way to see [my hetero-life-buddy] Larson sometime soon, I'll rack up an impressive three non-Hamlinites in a month and walk away with one of nostalgia's most coveted awards, the Golden L.A.D.