It's utterly against all my conceptions of maleness, but for some reason, I like shopping with other people, I've discovered. Maxwell Street days helped me learn this. Yesterday and today were Maxwell St. days, where all the merchants of State Street spill their merchandise into the street to be sold at bargain prices. I have quite figured out why shopping is good yet--whether it's the quest of finding something worth owning or the actual possession of it. Or perhaps it's something else altogether: I guess the best part, after all, was just being with friends. I had a great week. Thanks, Madison.