Man...Fuck a Ham!
So, this past weekend I delved in to la vida loca. Well, not quite since I'm pretty much a bump on a log. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Well, actually, it was a bucket, not a t-shirt, but ya get the point.
Z's friend, Josh, finally came home from Iraq so we went down to Ft. Lauderdale to see him. Basically spent the weekend eating, drinking out of buckets @ Sloppy Joe's down at Beach Place on Ft. Lauderdale Beach (I think that's where it was). While I didn't shake my groove thang, I did enjoy the festivities (with the exception of Josh bringing up the ex-). I drank half of a nice big bucket full of liquor both nites, and yet didn't even get buzzed. That can't say good things about my tolerance...or it can, depending on how you look at it.
Either way, a good time was had by all, I didn't go to sleep until 5am for two nights straight, but it's time to stop being a 'gina and deal with it.
The "fuck a ham" story will have to wait because this post is too long.
~Ren
Z's friend, Josh, finally came home from Iraq so we went down to Ft. Lauderdale to see him. Basically spent the weekend eating, drinking out of buckets @ Sloppy Joe's down at Beach Place on Ft. Lauderdale Beach (I think that's where it was). While I didn't shake my groove thang, I did enjoy the festivities (with the exception of Josh bringing up the ex-). I drank half of a nice big bucket full of liquor both nites, and yet didn't even get buzzed. That can't say good things about my tolerance...or it can, depending on how you look at it.
Either way, a good time was had by all, I didn't go to sleep until 5am for two nights straight, but it's time to stop being a 'gina and deal with it.
The "fuck a ham" story will have to wait because this post is too long.
~Ren