We pulled up to the Union just as the bus was pulling away. Ooops. With a few hours to go until the next bus, I opted to tag along for the ceremonial car-needing-repair-dropping-off ceremony, plus AP Chemistry. We didn't pay too much attention in class. Ah, it was just like my latter high school days…. and that was it. Time to go. Kelzie's dad drove me in his Porsche (oooh) to the Union. This time, I made the bus.

The ride could not have been more boring. Okay, it could: I could have been forced to stay awake, or I could have had a boring time and been forced to daydream about it. Neither condition applied, however, so I was not totally completely overbored. Just bored.

Upon my return, I telephoned the Hankster to verify travel plans for the upcoming Ultimate tournament. Of course, I couldn't help schmoozing a bit. Not too much though — you schmooze, you lose.