Yesterday morning Matt and I woke up … well, I woke up and then hassled him until he got up … and went over to Paulie’s place to load up his stuff so he could get to Ft. Carson so he could get deployed to Iraq. First off, I’d like to say that his ruck sack weighed entirely too much 😉 Went out and got some breakfast first, chit chatted and tried to keep things light. Got to Ft. Carson, dropped off his gear and then went to the Arms Building (where everyone gets their weapons) … Paulie got his M16 … we took some pictures, hugged and shook his hand and left. I didn’t have much emotion right then, saying goodbye to a good friend for 6-12 months, but while I’m writing this, I’m holding back the tears. I’m not sad at all that Paulie in particular has to go — that’s his job, and both all of us are proud of him for doing it — it’s the fact that such a situation (war) exists at all. Granted, I believe that in this case it is justified (as does Paulie), but you know, it just sucks to see someone have to go. When he gets back, though, we’re going to Vegas, so I guess it all balances out. We love you Paulie! Went out with Alicia, Amanda, Becky and Matt the other night. I took everyone out to Old Chicago and then went over to Play By Play to get in some pool. Well, Keen and I smoked the girls 3-0. Why? Because we fucked with their heads all night by distracting them mercilessly? No! It was because of our badass pool-playing skills. Although the distracting part was fun, what with rubbing them up and down with pool cues, blowing in their ears, etc., we’re really just better at pool than they are. Suckahs. Heh. Speaking of that, Becky called last night at 1:30am … you know what? 1:30am is late. Like *Late*. I was dozing nicely and she called me up to talk about her day. I sure sign, IMO 😀