Friday night Colleen and I went to the Italian festival, just around the block from her (and Matt's) new place. We went last summer, too, and I can't BELIEVE it's been a year already. Where does the time gointomydrinks? I love the Italians. They have the meatiest foods. I had a meatball sandwich, I think the exact same kind I had last year. Then Colleen and I each had funnel cake and I felt sick. But it was worth it. We didn't watch any of the music, but they were advertising Deana Martin—Dean Martin's daughter, if I even had to tell you. I think it would've been funny to see her, but also I would've fallen asleep.
Then we went back to Colleen's so I could put together their new dresser from Ikea. For some reason, she and Matt think I'm awesome at putting together Ikea furniture. Let's look back on my Ikea furniture experience: Erik and I put together my bookshelf wrong; I thought Ikea had given me the wrong pieces for my dining room table, but really I was just drunk. So we got, like, a third of the way done with the dresser, after having to go back and take things apart and repeat multiple steps, when Colleen was like, "Okay, you can go home."
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