I biked home late from the studio, hungry and tired and right when I pulled my bike into the backyard I heard someone yell my name from the street, and then some honking. I poke my head back to the front and it's my roommate, in a massive fifteen person van - the size of an airport shuttle. She has it for one night (for work) and she's going to the bar. I think about it for a second, and hop in. You can never be too tired for a laugh.