So here's my exciting day. I was a groomsman in yet another wedding. The wedding was nice...a little plain, but nice. I had a few drinks, ate well, and tried to keep other people occupied in their boredom. I went to the after party then decided to go have a few at CEROS. That was cool. I was driving my friend home, we ran into his friend, and decided to go to the fine dining restuarant, HOOTERS. It was delightfully tacky, yet unrefined. Sitting on the patio, enjoying conversation somebody driving by threw an egg. The egg hit me and went all over me. The velocity and broken shell cut my arm and went all over my shirt. Our server, chelesea, gave me a hooters shirt to wear. It was a fine day.