He's the wrong kind of paradise

[coolhanddani]

Kentucky was awesome as expected. Friday, we mostly sat on top of the world and drank, but we went swimming in the lake for a little while. We found out that four people can fit into the shower, thus convincing Bruce's son, Billy, that we were weirdos. He seemed cool with it, though. I somehow ended up really drunk by midnight and laid down unnecessarily close to the fire in a pile of dead leaves. If it wasn't for Alex's excellent fire stomping ability I'd probably be burnt or dead right now. Alcohol makes everything seem fun... even making mistakes. Saturday, everyone woke up and started taking shots, but I was too hungover to start at 9 in the morning. I waited til 2, which was a good idea. We crossed the creek and went and sat on that hill. It was quite amazing. Later on, Renee and I tried to pick up chicks by the keg, it might of worked if Renee had real pants on. I got to take a shot of Cabo Wabo and drink moonshine. I think it was the 151 that did me in. I was running with the "big dogs" for awhile there. I, also, smoked with the awesome guys that were playing songs on the guitars. That could of been apart of it, too. I was out of control last night. Party Danielle rules!

"Here You Come Again" by Dolly Parton is a pretty cool song. Also, My computer keeps playing Elvis. Its pretty weird considering that I already listened to a bunch of his songs earlier.

To anybody/everybody that tried to contact me on Saturday or Sunday: I'm sorry. My reception really sucked.