Finals start Monday at 08:00, folks. Bleh. Anyway, this is stolen from Jenn’s blog because I’m tired of pipelines and optimizations and cache. HAVE YOU EVER: () smoked a cigarette () smoked a cigar ( x) made out with a member of the same sex (made out, touched tongues, whatever) () crashed a friend’s car () stolen a car (x) been in love () been dumped () shoplifted () been fired (x) been in a fist fight (x) snuck out of your parent’s house (x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back () been arrested (x) made out with someone () gone on a blind date (x) had…

I haven’t integrated the gallery, and please ignore the PHP errors, but here are the pictures from the banquet.

Saturday morning, I roused myself out of bed at a decently early hour and drove Luke, Dr. 7, and myself out to Louisville to see the horses race at Churchill Downs. I didn’t take my camera, alas, or I’d have a slew of awesome photos. The weather vascillated between pouring, sprinkling, and sun shiny, but it all worked out pretty well. The horses were awesome (although small and veiny [in the sense of veins-against-skin]) and the company was good. Except the company was awkward. Well, I felt awkward. I hadn’t hung around Luke and Dr. 7 for a couple of weeks, and the dynamics are a little different now, as…