Last night I did some party hopping, and miraculously didn't run in to my ex, who decided to come to town for the weekend. It was funny to see a lot of people who we're both friends with, and that they all said the same things about her. Not on a positive note, either. And some guy at one party gave me two bottles of stout. One was from Wisconsin, and it seriously tasted like I was drinking a cold glass of coffee. It was amazing.

Today I wanted to head to a bar here thats holding beerfest, with 100 different craft beers. And only because myself and one friend are the 'beer guys' of our group, and we just try lots of quality beers.