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Excitement rises as this weekend's Third Annual Baustin Pub Crawl nears, and one Ms. Natalie May (she of LiveJournal fame) wonders:

Who Called Me on Sunday Morning? So I get this mystery call from some chick being all I miss you and can't wait to see you blah blah blah and let me look for my new cell phone number for 234987239478 minutes and then SEE YOU SATURDAY. And then let me, dumbass, delete that message by accident. I pulled the cherished dial 5 during the message bit that The Bebe taught me and the call is coming from an Alison Carey...but I don't know an Alison Carey. BUT PAT R. KNOWS ALISON CAREY WHO'S GONG TO THE PUB CRAWL...but she has a different phone number than the one that calls me....so, needless to say, it's a mystery that needs solving. Suddenly I feel like Nancy Drew! The Hardy Brothers! But maybe not as dramatic or brilliant...but I have endearing charm to back me up where they are just Punk-Ass-Know-It-Alls...yes, I went there.

Oh, Natalie! I have nothing to say that can top your witty brillance. Here's hoping that this weekend answers that mystery -- and, ya know, is fun and stuff.