The holiday here was mostly an annoying affair of too many tourists and too much beer, but the inclusion of three of my best friends from out of town made this weekend wholly worthwhile.  We played as we used to play, we drank as we used to drink, and we laughed as we used to laugh — I’m not sure they understood how much having them here meant to me, how it made for one of the most memorable Savannah weekends I have had since I arrived. 

Tomorrow morning I am flying north for SPRING BREAK CLEVELAND 2006.  I don’t care if it snows, I’mna be slamming beer bongs in my bathing suit on the shores of Lake Erie for the next seven days.  Sho ’nuff.  Fo’ shizzle.  Show us your tits.  So forth.  I plan on getting arrested for sexual harassment, and I’m thinking of having tee-shirts made — or a tee-shirt… I just need to come up with a catchy phrase. 

Remind me to post some of the photographs from yesterday, and from the three months prior.  I’mna forget because I’mna be shitfaced on the beach pickin’ up some fly northern bitches. 

I haven’t slept much over the past four days.

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