Brief update (so.... very.... tired):

My friends: Cool.
Christine and Brian's place in Oak Park: Gorgeous. Wow.
Wet Hot American Summer: Funny as hell.
N: I'm supposed to say nice things about him. Hmmmm. Ok, nice things. Yep, there are many nice things about N. That counts, doesn't it?
Fall: Here -- in the 50s, leaves changing .... bliss.
Cake's Fashion Nugget: Kick ass.

Actually, I'm having a great time with N. (Hence, very very tired). (Wait, I didn't mean that -- very tired as in not sleeping because we're doing stuff -- social stuff. Non-horizontal stuff. Oh hell, you know what I mean) He's still funny and smart as hell, and is now very sweet to boot. Who knew? And hugely well endowed. (Yes, he just complained about being called "funny and sweet") Oh, and I'm supposed to dispell the myth that irishmen have small penii. So, um, yeah. That.

Further updates later, when I'm not so damn tired and I have time.

Note from N: Thanks to Mary for showing me around, then ruining it all at the last minute by dropping the 'Irish guys have small cocks' bombshell. Fortunately for me, I'm actually British. I'll admit this does mean that I have bad teeth, but British people don't need perfect teeth: we only eat three meals a day.

And Sarah again: Hah bloody hah.