Thursday Night: My buddy Shane came into town. Since there are no classes on the Friday before finals week, the preceding Thursday night is always the busiest night of drinking and debauchery at the local, Russellville bar. This year was no different. We showed up already 3-sheets-to-the-wind and with plans to drink more. Most of the events of the night were blurry. I made it home safe and sound. I'd like to quote my favorite movie of all time: "You know that song "Behind Closed Doors" by Charlie Rich? It's one of my favorite songs. I'll say we had a good time. I will say that."Friday Night: Still reeling from a massive hangover, I got a call from Shane at about 6 p.m. He said that he was staying in town for one more night and that he was throwing a bit of a house part-AY. I was expected to attend, so I did. I drank. I got drunk. I slept alone on Marshall's couch.
Saturday and Sunday was thoroughly uneventful. I spent the day puttering around the house like a 80 year old retiree. Short-story-long, I had a mediocre weekend. I guess I should wrap this up and study...or something.
3 comments:
good luck on your finals, although it sounds like you probably don't need it. : ) glad you had a good time with shane. and don't worry about acting like a retiree; we don't stay young forever. xoxo
hey i spent part of my weekend feeling like a retiree as well! good luck this week and call if you need anything. xoxoxo
my opinion is???
that you don't need luck. the svengali of jive is also the keeper of a heed the size of a moon (so i married an ax murderer)and therin lies all the smarts one cookie could need!
xoxoxoXO
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