I just got home from another hot night on the town. Actually, it wasn't all that exciting. Matt and Carrie had class until late (so I'm pretty sure we're going to do something Saturday night instead) and Corey had to work until 11. I stopped out at the airport at 11 and everything looked dark and locked-up, so I drove over to Corey's and he wasn't there. I then decided to give the airport another try, and when a fellow Northwest employee walked out, she confirmed for me that Corey was still out back. I think he was washing deicing fluid off the Tugs and carts. Anyway, he didn't get done until damn near 12:30. We stopped off at his place so he could change and then we went downtown. It must have been 1:30 by the time we got to Bar by Ikea. Basically I had time for one beer originally and one more at last call. Then I drove Corey home and here I am. I couldn't have had too much to drink tonight anyway, as I've been sick all day and food has gone right through the system. I'm kind of hungry right now, but I know that if I ate anything I'd probably in the can within an hour - not my ideal situation. My dad was feeling shitty all day also, which lends us to believe that it might have been related to the reheated spaghetti Mom made last night for dinner. I hate leftovers.