Dang Sunday night was a trip. I didn't know squat about either team (I decided to root for Tampa Bay cause I used to live there), I was the only one in my family who a) could make it to Tripp's party, and b) knew and/or cared about the game. All went well, and I won the pool, which raised a few problems on its own, seeing as I'm not really supposed to gamble, and Tripp unwittingly informed my dad of the "good" news rather directly. All turned out OK, though, and the amount of support I got from seminarians was quite touching. By 6:00 the following night I'd received two emails from people who hadn't even been there making sure I wasn't grounded or the like.

Tunes: "The Joy of Your World", MC Paul Barman; "Truly Madly Deeply", Savage Garden; "Baby I Love Your Way", UB40.