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If you know Matt, you know he loves late night walks. Occasionally, this activity screws him over, especially when he's not in a big, familiar city. The following is a transcription of a voicemail I received from Matt on Saturday night that had me laughing my ass off...

"Hey buddy. Uh, I made a series of bad choices. I drank about 3 bottles of wine and then I started walking and I think I’m in Medical Lake, but I really don’t know where I am. And, uh, I don’t know why I called. I probably wanted to hear a familiar voice.

Um, I thoroughly got lost and now I’m way out in the country. It’s way different than walking around in Seattle because there are always buildings around and things. But here’s there’s just highway. I’m not sure.

Anyway, hopefully things are good with you and you’re having a good evening and we’ll talk to you soon. Hopefully I’ll eventually get some light and find my way home, or I’ll sober up and find my way home.

Either way, walking for multiple hours is a bad life choice. Alright buddy. We’ll see ya. Ciao."

Matt slept in a wheat field that night. He didn't make it home in time to attend church in the morning. Kids, learn from Matt. Don't walk aimlessly into the countryside at night when intoxicated.

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This Texas Tech University freshman must have been so proud to be chosen as the "bell ringer" to pump up the crowd during the big Houston Bowl game (correction per DeVeau's nerdiness).

However -- due to the unfortunate placement of the bell, the camera and his body -- his family, all of his friends, 15 million ESPN viewers, saw the following...

Now that's what I call showing school spirit!

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Everyone pour a dose for one of PRWeb's finest, Al Castle.

Al is retiring from his CIO position at PRWeb after a couple years during which he almost completed total world annihilation. For details of this plan, watch the new Die Hard movie.

In all seriousness, he was integral in PRWeb's success and innovation in the online newswire space. (Read more about how PRWeb reinvented the online PR wheel in a CNN Money/Fortune article here.) He also is one of the most dedicated goofballs ever, and it's surprising that the original PRWeb "brown building" still stands after our combined efforts to uphold lunacy there over the course of a year. Xboxing only contained us momentarily.

Al is reportedly moving from building codes to building sandwiches at the Ferndale Subway. Good luck, Al! I'll take a Subway Melt. No mayo and hold the olives!

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This weekend I ventured with Moos and Jenny halfway across the state to visit Moos' hometown of Prosser and attend the 26th annual Prosser Wine and Food Fair in the heart of Washington wine country.

Prosser has to be the smallest town I'd ever spent time in, but I've got to say that it was very cute and quaint, with wide streets and well-manicured homes. There's not a heck of a lot going on "downtown" (the block with a restaurant and two bars), but the Wine and Food Fair (appropriately named) kept the weekend interesting.

In nearly ideal weather, blue skies and high 80s, we strolled around the corner from Moos' home to the Prosser High School's football field, the location of the fair.
We bought our "scrip" (Prosser language for "tickets") at the gate, which was the currency for purchasing wine from the vendors. Tickets were 50 cents a piece and two tickets bought you a half a glass of wine. We spent $20 each. Do the math. We got hammered. Red wines, white wines, champagne, oh my!

On our way to Hangover-Headache Land, we ran into several college friends. God knows why I know so many people from a town of 5,000.
And oh did that wine catch up to Moos, turning her into her alter-ego, VonDrunk.
More pictures from the weekend are here.