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Last night had too much laughing, strip clubbing, Jagermeister shooting, rum spraying out of the nose, and blowing through red lights with cops watching to bother explaining here.

Let's just say we can still rock. A lot.

Today was more sedate. My new V600 (got sick of waiting for the MPx220 to come) was finally provisioned, which led to MisterSatan and I embarking on a madcap odyssey to find the last Motorola HS810 headset in Seattle. Along the way, we ate giant pizza sandwiches, screamed gutter epithets at everything within shouting distance, and decided that I need to buy a house if only to have a place to put one of those LG refrigerators with the TV in the door. The Best Buy employees seemed a little taken aback when we actually took up residence in the mock living room they'd created on the showroom floor.

Since then, I've been training my phone and headset to voice dial the numbers I'm likely to use most.

Now, I think I'll go read the first Powers trade.

Oh, I've also been screaming "pirate hooker". A lot.