entering the town of bumsville (again)
every year i get together with friends i've know for well over 10 years. we meet in chicago and then head north to beverly shores, indiana where 2 of our bests have a house that's basically right on the beach and awesome and huge and fits us all and is just so the best annual thing ever. this year i don't think i'll be able to make it because i don't know where i'm going to get any money. right now i get by with my main job and the part time gig at the tap room is just to pay for my flight/hotel to vegas for my sister's wedding in august. i just don't know if it's financially responsible/possible for me to make this one work. i am about to tear up at my desk with this revelation.
2008 is fucked.
2008 is fucked.