Seven Years?

I just want to say that I hope, in seven years, my sister can say: I've been friends with these people for so long, I don't even remember when we met. We're so lucky, guys.

By the way, Mychela. . . why didn't you warn us of Adam's porn-directing debut? Aside from terribly distracting thoughts of "miki's mom, dad and baby brothers are behind us while this weirdo humps his pissy girlfriend", and "she's wearing miki's shirt, that's mik's shirt", oh yes, and "that tank top is going to burst", the screening was fun, entertaining, and enlightening. Plus, it was good to see the product of all your winter's scurrying.