We had small group at the Port City Java in the Harris Teeter across from UNCW. We (or at least Amanda and I) felt like we were all in the way when we went to McAllister’s, plus not everyone ordered food there so we felt bad about that. In light of that we decided to try another place out. I’d prefer to just move it back to our house, but I think Melissa’s not fond of the drive.
After Amanda went to bed I was farting around on the computer and saw that Stanford was beating UCLA, 30-18 at the half. I decided to watch it a bit, but I dozed off in the second as UCLA was coming back. I woke up in time to see the worst call I’ve seen all season- an obvious block that was called a foul in the waning seconds of the game that allowed UCLA to catch up and go into overtime then ultimately win. Now, I didn’t really care who won, but Stanford was absolutely screwed.