Not really in the mood to post anything but I'm going to anyway.
Went to Boston on the Dog run this past week-end. I got very little sleep. I think I got 4 hrs Wed night, got up at 8:30 ish on Thur, drove/rode all the way to Boston in a raundabout-dog-dropping-kinda-way, and got drunk Fri night. I'm guessing I finally went to sleep around 3ish Sat morn, got up about 9-10ish(?) went to the Museum of Fine arts in Boston, went to the aquarium, went to dinner, got in the van to come back around 8:30ish drove until 5am went to sleep ...for a while? I lost myself for a while in didn't know what time meant. I'm gonna guess until about 9? the got up and drove home. Went to sleep about 8:30.
This says nothing of the amount of dog loving/hating, laughing, getting pised off, drinking, easting of seafood/ looking at great and not so great Art, seeing cool aquatic animals, meeting strange and exotic new people/ and getting to know the strange and exotic friends I already had a little bit better. On the five star scale of worthwhile/do again under the right circumstances situations, it was hands down a 5 star!
"we got tater Salad here."