Sleeping On A Swing
So, I couldn't take another weekend in the middle of nowhere. Rather than that noise, I rented a car, proceeded to drive the absolute hell out of it, and ended up fifteen hours away in Houston, TX.
I had a great time.
Ended up at a bay kegger with a few people that I knew down there.
I fell asleep on a swinging chair about a hundred feet away from Galveston Bay.
I made it home in thirteen hours, just in time to drop the car off and walk to work. Through the entirety of the drive, I tried to justify coming back home. I just barely succeeded.
I wish I'd stayed.
I had a great time.
Ended up at a bay kegger with a few people that I knew down there.
I fell asleep on a swinging chair about a hundred feet away from Galveston Bay.
I made it home in thirteen hours, just in time to drop the car off and walk to work. Through the entirety of the drive, I tried to justify coming back home. I just barely succeeded.
I wish I'd stayed.