I am sooo drunk.

I finally met up with Matt, a friend of Josh, my one contact in the Twin Cities, who I should have met ages ago. I'm kind of slow. We had a nice dinner with a couple of his friends, and then I hit a bar with a few hostel folk...

I really shouldn't be writing right now.

What I should be doing is meeting my reflection in the bathroom mirror and saying, "dude, I am sooo drunk".

We staggered home and I fell/was pushed into the snow several times, so my butt is just now thawing out. I am strangely reluctant to go to bed. Not so strangely, I suppose, as it is my last night here, and I'm getting a bit maudlin. We reminisced about all the strange characters we had met in my time here. Remind me to tell you about the stark naked businessman.

Bed is sounding awful good. I am resisting.

I am watching After Hours. Hey now.

Now I am just getting silly. You all don't have to read this. It's drunk-dialing in a mass media format. Are you familiar with drunk dialing? It's when you go outside to have a cigarette after much alcohol, and
decide you have to call everyone you know to tell them just how much you love them. I had never experienced this until I finally gave in and got a cell phone. I've worn out several phone batteries drunk-dialing.

The mood is getting ruined. There are a couple of people watching MTV stone cold sober at two in the morning. What is up with that? All right, all right, I'll go to bed already. Tomorrow I am Atlanta bound. Matt and his friends hooked me up with another contact in Atlanta. Now I am going off friends once removed. I'm getting better at this.

I love you, man.

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[Theresa]

Well Bethany, if you make it over here to SC I'm going to have to call my daughter to come home from school. You two will get along famously! I couldn't tell if you were writing, or she was! Hope your head (and stomach!) feel better, because I know you were probably in some serious pain later!