First off, I'd like to record in this diary that due to our certifiably-insane driver on the cab ride over, we almost didn't make it to the party alive. Here's Grant holding on for dear life as the driver executes one of his many fast-corner, tire-chirping turns.
Grant had just broken up with his girlfriend Erica (for the 8th time, but really, who's counting, right?) and wanted to stay home and mope. Instead, Vin and I managed to convince him to go to our friend Kusum's rollerdisco brithday party at the Roxy. After a little bit of Vin-nuzzlin' failed to cheer him up...
