Friday, a gang from the office left early and hit the Union Terrace for jazz, beer, sun, popcorn.... and happened to witness a pier-wedding and a mooning of a Betty Lou cruise. Good times were had by all, except maybe the moon-ees.
Saturday was spent getting ready for a wedding, driving to a wedding, still driving to a wedding, not finding a wedding, digging
CONGRATS TO
Sunday was spent hating
EDIT:
I guess there was an earthquake. I didn't feel it. You're all filthy liars out to get me. I'm on to you.