12 - Bottles of KC-brewed beer brought onto plane by Pizzy.
11 - Bottles that made it to Chicago intact.
0.08 - My estimated blood alcohol content if a policeman were to smell the inside of my car.
20,000 - Yearly scholarship, in dollars, offered to Pizzy by the U. of Chicago (way to go man).
12 - Hours that Pizzy spent hitting on another prospective U of C student.
12 - Hours it took her to mention her boyfriend.
6 - Price, in dollars, of student admission to the Museum of Contemporary Art
2 - Times Pizzy was stopped by museum security. Once for throwing pennies at a wall (it was an "add you own mark" type of thing and people had stuck coins into it - keep in mind this is the MCA) and once for bringing coffee into the gallery.
3 - Time, in minutes, we were in the gallery before the first security guard stopped Pizzy.
5 - Time, in minutes, we were in the gallery before the second security guard stopped Pizzy.
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In my defense I submit: A) there were hundreds of pennies in the wall when I threw mine, B) Pirotte is just jealous that his bounced off the wall and hit the floor due to poor technique, probably what the security guard heard to come over, C) trashcans apparently weren't avant garde enough for the MCA, as I spent ten minutes trying to find one, D) the woman at the counter said nothing, E) talking to a hot girl for 12 hours is a good time, though a comment she made at one point made me think she might be a lesbian, which became cool until she dropped the BF line, and F) apparently all it takes to make a top ten Univ. in the world is a replica of Christ's Church, and G) one more number: 2 -- number of times Pirotte bought me a meal after losing in darts. So, all in all, I win. And Florida sucks.
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