Now everyone of my roommates has a cellphone. The only reason I mention this is because one of them, John, would always borrow someone else's phone while I was in Denver to call me and leave me some strange drunken message. But now he has his own phone. And he called me at like 1:30....I think they were all at the local bar Joe's, 'cause there were a lot of people in the background...and I'm pretty sure I heard Nate and Justin in the background as well. Anyway, John calls me up and sings me just about the entire Snoop Dogg song "Drop it Like it's Hot" (I'm assuming it was playing at the time) and then hangs up. It was strange. But it also made me wish I was there. Oh well.