Well... it looks like my old phone number is no more. I had that number for over five years. Goodbye, old friend. Remember that time we got all stupid and drunk dialed Chelsea at three in the morning on the way to see Big Lebowski at the Egyptian? How about that first call to Susie('s voicemail)? Remember all the drunk dials from Amsterdam? Oooooh, and how about all those text messages with Simon while he waited to use a bathroom somewhere? How about the time Paul and I first committed the Punk Rock Dave song to recording? Ooooh, or the time we called the answering machine at the house on New Year's Eve so we could wish Rudy a Happy New Year?! Man... what a great phone number.