Operation *Insert Middle Finger Here*

Well, this weekend I had one of the best days I've had in a long time. Kelly and I went to drop Chris off at the airport and as we're driving away, we see the back of a man's head and scream simultaneously "IT'S MATTHEW PERRY!!!" After lots more screaming (I'm sure he heard us through the car window), I jumped out of the car and into the airport. Ran into Chris who was concerned about my sanity level as by this point I was hyperventilating and shaking like a leaf. Finally hunted down Matthew Perry. Can I say, I have found my new husband. So awesome!

After that incident, I called everyone I knew to inform them of my impending engagement. I made Carol hyper with my shrieking and so we went over to Fry's. Fry was there with Jon's friend Brian and they decided to bring the couch outside, along with a TV, to create their own patio. However, they don't really have a front lawn, so this was on the sidewalk. They then proceeded to create the Boo-Clap game, in which they cheered for good-looking people and boo'ed the ugly ones. They also struck up conversation with every single person walking by. Much beer consumed, Katie came too, awesome time. I had sorority stuff at night and the other girls went out with the boys.

The next night, the three of us went out with Sarah Blair. There were about 5 people at The Bulldog, tons at Inferno but it just wasn't fun. Wasn't feeling it. So we headed over to Ollie's, sans Sarah, for the Sigma Pi pub. That was also pretty lame, but we stayed there and chatted with the boys. We ended up inviting a dozen of them back to our place for an after-party. Hilarity ensued, Operation *Insert Middle Finger Here* was a tremendous success. Most of them cleared out by 5:30am. However, Katie and Brian were in my bed, Fry was passed out in Carol's bed and Carol was studying there, Jon was on the couch, and I really didn't want to sleep at Carlos' place. So, I ended up the reclining chair. Worst sleep ever, got about 2 hours sleep. The next morning Fry and Hughes were in top shape. Jon literally swam in Carol's clothes on the floor and invented a new immigration policy ("Screw the documents, eat the ham!"). As well as, "My name is Jon Hitler. Big H, little I, BIG SWAZTIKA!!!!" (He acted out the swaztika, too funny.) Fry was in top shape as well "Y'know those movies where the axe murderer dies and comes back to life as an animal? That's your cat." and "My couch... I could take it to church. But it would spend the whole night in confession."

The next night, we headed out to Bullferno yet again, this time adding Steph. Inferno was not so hot so we headed down to The Bulldog where there were actually quite a few Sigma Pi's for Nick's going-away. Let's not speak of the going-away. ("Jenna, I'm not going to see boobs for four whole months...") Fry was hysterical, teasing Katie and slipping me notes as he worked. A few of my victims were there, George and Joe who had indulged me on my "birthday" the week before (to the tune of 200$) and the victim of Operation *Insert Middle Finger Here*. The highlight of the night was Bad Nick, my angry pimp. He supplied drinks for the night, especially when Carol told him it was my birthday. Can I mention that's the 3rd time it's been my birthday in two weeks. Him and his friend came over to our place afterwards and I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Bad Nick tries soooo hard not to be funny, and does not like to be laughed at, but is one of the funniest people I know.

Yesterday was spent studying, as will be today. Marketing exam in the afternoon and I think we're going out tomorrow night.