The Last Supper

So...

We're going to a "last supper" in a little bit for some friends who are ditching their little Chicago family to return home to Kansas...

I'm super sad. They shall be missed. A lot. No more nights spent on Dance, Dance Revolution...or spent screaming out Taboo answers...or getting drunk watching our Jayhawks.

[sadness ensues]

Hopefully I'll be able to get a quick run in on the treadmill tonight when we get home. However, I'm playing this one by ear. And if I can't get my butt running....I'm not convinced that I'll hold it against myself. Because well...these are friends worth putting a "pause" in the streak for. I know, I know...you're thinking that it'd end my streak...but you don't know these folks. They're utterly fantastic. And worth overlooking a run for one day.

Stay tuned, campuers.

If the Argentinian foods sits okay, I just might make it. Otherwise...you can imagine me sobbing into my Parillada...