I got to swing by IKEA yesterday because I was on my way to see an old buddy in Houston for his Reserve duty. He and his wife are those sorts of friends friends whom I made because we had many friends in common, and I'm hoping that now that we're stranded from those common friends and occasionally a few hours from each other, we'll get to know each other in earnest. We went to Magic Island, which I've been wanting to do for a while. (And which explains the attached scary photos.) We were one of the only non-prom couples. That was probably the scariest part. :)

He also introduced me to ARGs last night, so if you never see me again, you know why.