Conrad's birthday is towards the end of December, so it was cold and we all had to spend the day working so we wanted to do something pretty relaxed and local. Dave and Busters is right up the road, so we went there and played Ghost Recon and Conrad played Pump, and when Mike arrived he bought Conrad a few drinks. We sat around and talked - Mike told us about his time in Iraq and then we started talking about the Air Force generally and somehow, last call rolled around.

Conrad came out of his room with this huge ziploc bag full of quarters, and this is more or less the conversation that transpired, transcribed here for your amusement. You'll also note Conrad's rave-appropriate attire - glowsticks and glowloopies and glowglows and glowy-glow-mcglowertons. This is largely what I know about raves, although the rave-knowledge I received in my youth has been modified somewhat by the conventions I've attended since. My friend Nick, who will go without last name, was the first entrepreneur to think to sell glowsticks at conventions ...

  ... this is how it happens. It's not really on purpose, but with 4 people on 4 different schedules, things can get a little tricky to coordinate. Conrad finds himself in this situation a couple of times a week on a pretty regular basis. I get the feeling that he's getting used to it, or at least learning to expect it. The joke's on him ... One day we'll drive away and never come back.