More than dinner

Sunday night Kara, Jen, Amy and I headed out to Kokomo to eat out for my birthday. We decided on Olive Garden where we discovered our waiter sounded a bit like Napoleon Dynamite. He was a little odd.... We trucked on over to Starbucks where lo and behold, we saw a couple of guys from school, one of which Kara and Jen were in the middle of a prank war with. Well, when we left Starbucks and they settled in for a long night there, we checked their truck only to find out that it unlocked. We climbed in and turned knobs on and such. I noticed a box of granola on the floor of the truck and presented it to Kara and Jen. Considering the flour the guys recently dumped on them in the middle of the night, the granola was gladly dispersed throughout the truck. As we headed out, Kara got backed into by some dumb woman. We were suspicious that maybe she'd been drinking cause of an open box of Budweiser in the back of the car so I called the cops. The cop gets there, settles stuff and then proceeds to talk to us about where we go to school and our majors there. He asks us if we listen to Jeremy Camp and tells us it's cool to find fellow Christians. He leaves, we leave and head home. What an interesting night. Oh, and 1:30am that night, Kara and Jen get another round of their prank war: egged....yes I do mean eggs thrown at them...while asleep....close to computers and other expensive appliances. Retarded boys.