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I spent the night at my sister's apartment and took a civil service exam this morning. It was at a high school in Brooklyn. The instructions said you should bring two #2 pencils and a calculator (but cell phone-as-calculator strictly prohibited.) I forgot all this until too late; luckily, I had a # 2 mechanical pencil from work. No calculator, though. Too bad I'm too stupid to remember how to do percentages. I woulda done awesome if it hadn't been for the percentages.

Oh well.

Then, since I was in my aunt's neighborhood, I went and hung out with her for awhile and had lunch. Upon returning to Hoboken, I discovered that, for some reason, today is St. Patrick's Day in Hoboken. Why? Dunno. But it's some sort of bacchanalian orgy happening on the streets outside my building. There's also a big party in the apartment downstairs.

Gina and I discovered a young man passed out in front of the door of the apartment across the courtyard. He was very, very drunk and quite adorable in his drunkenness. He apologized a lot as we led him into our apartment, gave him water, and questioned him. He repeated himself and didn't know when his cousin (our neighbor) would be coming home, or what his cousin's name was, or where his cell phone was, or anything at all useful.

When I went back outside to see if his cell phone had fallen onto the floor outside, his cousin and her husband were just returning home. They were appalled and apologetic to find their cousin staggering out of our apartment, but Gina and I were laughing.

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