To celebrate the de-bachelorizing of Jaird, it was decided a Rock Band playoff would be held in my basement, which turned into a mix of Rock Band, "Meet the Spartans," Wii Sports and Wii Fit. The Wii Fit told Jaird and I that we were overweight, but fortunately Keith and Chase, who were "normal" were able to convince us we were actually just "solidly built" and kept us from breaking into tears. We're both joining the lawsuit any ways, and plan to complain loudly in public places about it while denying we're at all overweight. A drive to Grand Rapids rewarded us with a rainy car cruise, followed by an intoxication party and more sleep depravation. While no strippers were involved, there were plenty of drunk chicks to scare with abnormally large slugs that made up for it.