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Last night was a night to remember. It should be marked on calendars around the world.

Last night This Guy (meaning me) and Brian, Nick, Shannon, John and Ryan were all in the same place at the same time.

We played miniature golf and acted like hooligans. Dylan, Nick's little nephew was celebrating his seventh birthday in style with six crazy young adults. his pet word is "loco" and he used it often. We had a lot of fun. Brian and I especially had a good time goofing around with the little one.

Then we had mediocre pizza in GolfLand Castle. for amusement park pizza it was actually pretty good, but it's no Rosatti's.

Speaking of Rosatti's, some of you may remember a conversation with my family, involving the word "immersible." If you look in the archive it was Wednesday, March 22, 2006. If you haven't read it, do. It actually happened, and it's hilarious.

Anyway, yesterday I was over there again, and we had Rosatti's for dinner. Here is an exchange between gramma and gramps about the pizza.

Gramps: This one is a veggie supreme, and this one is a meat supreme, but I told them no pepperoni.

Granny: Meat supreme? But does it have pepperoni on it? Because...

Gramps: No, I told them no pepperoni, because I know you don't like pepperoni

Granny: ...because I don't like pepperoni.

Mom: Ma! He just said there's no pepperoni on it.

Granny: Oh, no pepperoni? Okay... because, you know, I don't like pepperoni.

Gramps: Jesus, woman, I know you don't like pepperoni!

Immersible. Immersible. Immersible.