Best day ever?

Many years ago, I lived in a group house (no, not a "group home", those are for ex-felons) in Mt. Pleasant. One day Jack and I got up and decided it was time for "Best Day Ever!" and started our way to an amazing day. While the day has since been surpassed by getting married, the insane day when we painted the house and re-did the front yard, and several other things, it was pretty spectacular. To give you an idea, here's a partial list of what happened:

1. We wrote a letter to Old English, asking them to bring back the 64-ounce bottles. Jack even drew pictures of us in the letter. Unfortunately, we never got around to mailing it and hopefully someone threw it away at some point.
2. Sunday, Bloody Mary Sunday! The whole house went to the Marx Cafe for brunch and Bloody Mary's.
3. Daytona 500! No telling who won (I guess this was 2002, so we could probably figure that out), but we had a great time cheering on Jeremy Mayfield. At some point, Nora's parents came by, which was a little weird.
4. Nap time!
5. Happy birthday, Greg! Housemate Greg had a birthday party that night, so of course we invited lots of folks over.
6. [redacted]!
7. Dancing! Greg DJ'ed his own party, leading to much dancing and good times.

Luckily, we didn't have to go to work the next day because of some sort of holiday, so we stayed up 'til all sorts of hours. Every now and then I get a text from Jack wishing me a happy anniversary of Best Day Ever! (Jack also has a blog, although I'm not really sure what it's about. There are some pictures of him getting ready for a job interview, if you follow the link on the right.)