Alright, as promised I will give a brief rundown of the weekend; though I think everyone's interest has waned. What is interesting to me right now is whether I just ate a Boca Burger or a Real Meat Hamburger from the cafeteria. Sorry to burst your bubble vegetarians, but it's not that the Boca burger is that realistic, it's just that the cafeteria is really bad. I think it was a boca burger [as intended] since there was an extra pungent grilled smoky flavor to it. I'm gonna be sick.
Anyway, for anyone that still cares, we decided to have a "gathering" at our place on Friday night. It was supposed to be for some colleagues that just finished up a big exam....but only one of those people showed up.....Problem #1: My friends blow. Then it started to rain, and thus there was no hope to use the lake front and people may have gotten wet walking from their car....Problem #2: My friends are wusses. It was actually a pretty good time, though and there was a good turnout for a while....but then eleven thirty hit and people had to get home...you know...before the lights changed to flashing reds, cuz it's crazy dangerous that way....Problem #3: my friends blow and are wusses. Do I take responsibility for the lameness of the "gathering"...FUCK NO....have you met my friends? You'd totally agree with me if you knew them. Actually, it was a fairly good time, and it's really really hard to get us middle aged folk all riled up (usually that's the case, except for the next night). We're old and need frequent naps....not even a Turk drinking straight from the bottle of Jameson's could rile us up. Not even that.
Where's my geritol?
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funny - i'm riled up just looking at a picture of a turk drinking straight from a bottle of jamesons...
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