For one reason or another, I ended up leaving Guitar Hero (and the associated guitar) at Ben's apartment on Saturday. Sunday afternoon (after an incredibly surprising [well, surprising for those who don't look at the weekend weather {me}]) as I was walking by his apartment, I mentioned to Allison that I wanted to pick it up. At which point she said that I should be a good friend, and let Ben play with it on Sunday (since it had just snowed, we were both aware that he was not going to leave the house for the next three months and needed something to do). So I did.

Fast forward to later that evening, when I get a call at 11PM. Now, normally when I get calls at 11PM, it means something has happened at the office that I'm not going to like, so Allison was subjected to my cursing as I put on my slippers and headed to the living room to pick up my phone. Thankfully, it wasn't a work number, but rather my friend and friends wife, Arin.

Arin: Kenny, I have to have words with you

Ken: Hey Arin - what's up?

Arin: All I want to do it go to sleep, but I can't because Ben has been playing Smoke On The Water for the past four hours.

Ken: I wonder if that's why Allison wanted me to leave Guitar Hero at your place this weekend.