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Woke up early, way less hungover than we had any right to be, and headed out to the airport. The flight back was made all the better by a nice lady named Becca sitting next to us. She was hilarious, open minded, and very engaging.

The ride to even get his car took a very long time, and I was really eager to get to the party and see Warren. But then Warren declined to go to the party, having already attended two social events this weekend. Unfortunate. Possibly more unfortunate was that he party itself was hot AF, temperature-wise, sparsely attended, and no one I knew. Mostly Jim's older students. Tim went with me, I gave mostly scintillating dinner conversation to the guests, but I ultimately drank too much out of frustration at the day not going how I'd hoped. I woke up at one point in the evening next to Lady Miss Friday's bed thinking I was already late for work. Tim was still there and laughed about it, and I eventually kicked him out so I could crash.