Gas prices, hurricanes dwindle. Hungover interns thrive

Once again taking advantage of the half-price Tuesday at the local theater, a group of us decided to go see the 9:30 showing of Beerfest. Naturally, we took it upon ourselves to drink copious amounts of alcohol beforehand.

Drinking more than any of us intended, a group of girls were persuaded to come taxi all of us to the theater. Despite our charming disposition, they at first were going to see World Trade Center. Unabashed, (chicks are for fags, dude,) we slowly tricked them into seeing a movie that will, in no way, affect your life.

In fact, I sat through the whole movie, laughed repeatedly and can't tell you anything about it. This is a small effect of alcohol I like to refer to as time travel.

Needless to say, I'm a little fuzzy.

Not as fuzzy as one Kyle Donnelly, who decided to lengthen his night after the movie and shared this text message exchange with me earlier today:

Jess: Mexican for lunch? Around noon?
Kyle: There is no way.
Jess: Why?
Kyle: I think I might be dead.

'Nuff said.

Also, with college students driving back to school in droves in the coming weeks, you'll all be pleased to know that gas prices are predicted to keep dropping. $2.29 was the low price coming into town today and if I ever see something below $2 again I may very well shit my pants.

The Jeep and its horrible gas mileage is treading water for now.

Also, "Rock you like a" Hurricane Ernesto turned out to be a fucking pussy. The Red Cross even described the ballyhooed storm "the little train that couldn't."

When the Red Cross is mocking you, you're a wimp.

Beerfest (Warner Bros.)
Gasoline prices could keep falling (USA Today)
Ernesto Hits U.S. Without Big Punch (Myway.com)