So last time we left our intrepid advernturer renewing friendships in the heights of Lovett...

Chapter 4
After Takuma went to his dinner, I met up with Michelle and Carlos again and we went to dinner with part of the Lloyd family. I'm not sure if they had a special in with the owner of Trattoria Pasquale, but we were the only ones there and had excellent service. I had the veal and was one of the only people who actually finished all of their food (plus five or six pieces of bread and dessert). I was sitting at a table with Michelle, Carlos, the uncle and grandmother I had driven down with, and Billy's father and stepmother. We had a pretty good time, but aparently not as much as the Rice crowd at one of the other tables. They were laughing loudly, 'stealing' silverware, sipping their pineapple drinks (right), and just having a grand old time. It was hilarious to watch Mike try to bribe Billy's stepbrother with a dollar. It was a good meal.

Chapter 5
Later I went over to Renea's new apartment. Its pretty spacious and she is very proud of her big red wall. I know it sounds strange, but we probably looked at the dissections and neuroimaging in her medical books for about an hour. Yeah, we're weird. Oh, and if you happen to have an extra upright piano lying about, I'm sure that Renea would be able to find a spot for it. We were going to watch Hotel Rwanda with Luke and Will, but it got too late, so we just decided to call it a night. Of course, calling it a night just meant that Luke and I went back to his aparatment and talked about camping and comic books for a while. I don't think I've read any comic books since I borrowed some frorm Luke almost a year ago to the day. He also gave me a cd of his dad's gospel band, Leviticus. They sound really good. I'm waiting for them to make a trip to Houston so I can hear Luke singing with them. Does anyone play sax to gospel music?

And on that possibly discordant note, I will leave you with a limmerick (and yes, howff really is as word).

There was a old Scot named McGowff
Who lived in a ramshackle howff
Its walls were so porous
And his snores so sonorous
His wife and his children moved Sowff.

-Bruce Van Patter