Despite my cold, last night I went to a concert at the coffehouse I mentioned last week. I was expecting my friend Erol to play a set, but apparently there was a scheduling mishap and this guy named Gavin played instead. Erol was understandably pretty mad. After all, almost everyone there came to see him. After Gavin finished, a bunch of us went to a place not realizing that none of us had any money. I had two coupons for a free large pizza, so (this is how our collective mind works) we had the idea to order Papa John's delivery to a Donatos restaraunt. Unfortunately the manager didn't take too well to this, so we just went across the street to a Papa John's instead. After we ate, we went to a park for a really surreal "ceremony" of sorts. For some reason, Charlie's car is named Gunther. How the car got this name I'll never know, but in any case I got Charlie stick-on lettering for his birthday so he could name his car officially. That's what we did at the park. Each of us took a letter (I had the "E") and stuck it to the back of Gunther. Trust me, it was cooler than it sounds. That done, we all went to another friend's house and hung out for the rest of the evening.