Ok, so we didn't really play this night, but lots of funny stuff happened. Without getting into too much detail, I got drunk with Carter and some friends, I think Barry and Jordan were knitting at home, and - this is the best part - Terry got drunk with none other than Father Greg. You see, he just happens to live right across the street from the CL compound. So Terry waddled over and kicked a few back with the padre, then a few more, then a few more. Pretty soon Terry and Father Greg were raising cain all over Floyd Ave. I only wished I had been there to see it. Terry went to confession on Sunday.