hi, i'm sick
I have the flu and I am so nasty sick. You know, the kind of sick where your boss says, "Maybe you should go home and get some rest...for a few days." Calling in sick isn't worth it if you truly are sick. The whole point of a sick day is lying your ass off so you can sleep in until noon and then go shopping or something else just as productive.
Last Saturday, Laura and I paid $60 to get on this bus to go to Savannah, GA for their St. Patrick's Day celebration. We got to the bus loading area at 10am and they gave out free krispy creme donuts, panera bagels, and sausage mcmuffins. So we pretty much stuffed our faces and then got on the bus. Well, in the center of the bus were coolers upon coolers of beer, rum, vodka, bourbon, jello shooters, and buttery nipples...all free. By the time we got to Savannah at 1:30pm (the bus driver got lost) everyone loved everyone. Once off the bus, all 48 of us stumbled down to River Street which should just be called Bourbon Street II. There was no St. Patty's Day parade or arts and crafts or family fun, just hundreds of people, just as drunk as us, getting drunker. By 9pm, it was just a free for all. There were half naked girls throwing shit out of windows, street fights, men just walking up to women, casually asking them to fuck. It was the craziest shit I had ever seen. We didn't get back to Jacksonville until 2am. The people that weren't passed out, were still drinking. I wanted to vomit. Luckily, no one did.
Last Saturday, Laura and I paid $60 to get on this bus to go to Savannah, GA for their St. Patrick's Day celebration. We got to the bus loading area at 10am and they gave out free krispy creme donuts, panera bagels, and sausage mcmuffins. So we pretty much stuffed our faces and then got on the bus. Well, in the center of the bus were coolers upon coolers of beer, rum, vodka, bourbon, jello shooters, and buttery nipples...all free. By the time we got to Savannah at 1:30pm (the bus driver got lost) everyone loved everyone. Once off the bus, all 48 of us stumbled down to River Street which should just be called Bourbon Street II. There was no St. Patty's Day parade or arts and crafts or family fun, just hundreds of people, just as drunk as us, getting drunker. By 9pm, it was just a free for all. There were half naked girls throwing shit out of windows, street fights, men just walking up to women, casually asking them to fuck. It was the craziest shit I had ever seen. We didn't get back to Jacksonville until 2am. The people that weren't passed out, were still drinking. I wanted to vomit. Luckily, no one did.