Xeno provided food and covered most operating expenses in Lock Haven. The Pittsburgh experience came out of my pocket. No worries, the electric bill isn't due until the 25th.

Xeno and I haven't hung out for any length of time since the summer of 2000. My five minute pit stop in December of 2001 and three years of IRC don't really count. On IRC, no one can hear you stink.

Or something.

Lock Haven :

The suck : Lock Haven, trying to get IPX to work so we could play Diablow, Xeno's sound card, xeno getting my powerbook drunk.
The word : Ass.
The food : Awesome. (xenoburgers, xenoghetti, BOWL FUCKING NOODLE)
The booze : Vodka, Port, peach wine. Xeno had beer as well.
The entertainment : Painkiller, MAIL CALL, Quake III
The high point : Talking bathroom stall at lycoming mall, photo safaris, Steven taking a weapons grade piss all over xeno, getting TOTALLY WASTED Tuesday night. Quake III.
The low point : Forty trips to Wal-Mart and NO PR0N.

Transit :

The high point : Ohl
The low point : numb ass.
The music : some funked out French AM station

Pittsburgh :

The suck : White Power flag in some suburban fuckhole we were stuck in during rush hour.
The word : Awesome.
The food : Tom's Diner (Xeno : Greek Salad. Solios: PANCAKES)
The booze : Vodka from Lock Haven
The entertainment : Waterfront, Hellboy. Xeno saw the museum on Thursday.
The high point : Margaritas and Porn
The low point : We saw Hellboy instead.

Totals:

Cigarettes smoked : About 12 packs in six days.
Booze consumed : All of it. Except for a bit of vodka, which I'm consuming tonight.
Monetary Dissipation : Approximately ~400$, total extent of damage unknown at this point.
Miles Driven : All of them.
Fun Had : Damn near all of it. Pittsburgh is a depressingly bland shithole by comparison.