are the things we like 'round here
(and gary)
I received a voice mail Friday from my sister wishing me prosperity and happiness for my 25th birthday. I don't remember exactly how it went down, but i distinctly recall some comment to the effect of "you're an old man now." I didn't put much thought into it at the time since Holly and I were speeding our way to Housemate Jon's cottage in mid-michigan, listening to old-school hip-hop on the MP3 box.
you see, folks, with a spotty weather report and few ends in my fold, i wasnt expecting much more than a chill weekend with some beers and friends. What i got was a classic crazy-as-shit-fun weekend reminiscent of college, and as intense as any impromptu gathering i have ever been a part of. And even better was the natural, flowing groove of the whole event, unforced in every way.
Now as i sit here, sipping from my sweaty Labatt Blue can and listening to Kenny Rankin, i don't feel like an old man. In fact. I feel like a million dollars. So i guess the point is, here i am: armed with my monkey boxers and a million dollar smile, and I'm sure as shit looking forward to the next 25 years.
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*raises box of Franzia in honor of weekend*
Wow, suddenly I really want to go swimming. Let me call some of my attractive female friends and see what arises...
Sophist, I now patiently await the news where you are hit by a bus. The irony would be great.
That's a wonderful idea, Gnome. Now hopefully someone will come along and pay you for it, in Rape Dollars
Just passing through, I'm liking the blog by the way.
I like this humanity critic and his stripper tales. Even gave me some ideas for G-money's bachelor party.
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