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soooo... my holiday "break" was, admittedly, quite awesome. It was difficult to admit that, I assure you. I spent precisely one week away from Santa Cruz, I visited my gramparents, my grandparents, friends, and I further explored some caves- delightful. Today I got back at 12:00 PM or so, and then went to work. After work -9:30 PM or so- I was wandering back, hoping that Eddie was home so that I might be able to call up Scott, Owen, or Chase. . . or somesing... only Eddie was not here, so none of that could happen, and I was prepared to retire to a depressing night of internet, world of warcraft, and probably some mindless self indulgence... but instead, like. . . 5 minutes into cooking myself some disgusting sesame thai noodle leftovers from work, my doorbell rang. I answered it to an empty doorstep, and then Scott poked his adorable little face from behind the wall, and then so did Chase, and then Erika (Chase's best lady/girlfriend), and then moments later, Buck (Scott's roommate) busted through the door. It was the most glorious pleasant surprise of all time. We promptly went to Chase's and drank beer and played Rock Band 2, inevitably concluding in a far-too-loud, but nonetheless, heart-felt version of "Say it Ain't So" (thank you Scott). Then we went and ate dinner at the Santa Cruz diner. . . it was really an incredible night. . . g'damn. I have fantastic friends here in Santa Cruz, they have impeccable timing.