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So here we are, back in the good ole US of A. That trip is ridiculously long. I'm glad to have that behind me. I'm excited to get back home. I just wish I didn't have to fly out tomorrow night. I'd rather just get up in the morning and get home tomorrow evening instead of the next day. Oh well. I'll be there soon enough.
I'm glad I came on this trip. I met some really nice people, and got to spend some quality time with my dad - which is important. This is something her nor I will be forgetting anytime soon.
Apparently, Kurt has been working his nuts off at the bar this past week. The fucking girl bartenders we have are for shit...Skipping shifts to go party and what-not. If we wouldn't have hired Kurt, we would've been screwed this week. Thanks, pal.
I finally got in touch with normal life again. I saw that the Spurs won the NBA Finals. Super-dooper. I also found out that Weezer will be playing the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach in July. The bad news about that is that the tickets are $45. Fucking A. I'm still gonna go. That is, if the tickets are still on sale when I get home. It'll be excellent to see them at a smaller venue.
So, yeah. The trip hath came to an end. A good time was had, but I am exhausted. I'm ready to be home. Back to my friends. Back to my girlfriend. Back to fucking civilization. But, yeah, about that exhausted thing... It's time for bed. Goodnight, Neverland.
I'm glad I came on this trip. I met some really nice people, and got to spend some quality time with my dad - which is important. This is something her nor I will be forgetting anytime soon.
Apparently, Kurt has been working his nuts off at the bar this past week. The fucking girl bartenders we have are for shit...Skipping shifts to go party and what-not. If we wouldn't have hired Kurt, we would've been screwed this week. Thanks, pal.
I finally got in touch with normal life again. I saw that the Spurs won the NBA Finals. Super-dooper. I also found out that Weezer will be playing the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach in July. The bad news about that is that the tickets are $45. Fucking A. I'm still gonna go. That is, if the tickets are still on sale when I get home. It'll be excellent to see them at a smaller venue.
So, yeah. The trip hath came to an end. A good time was had, but I am exhausted. I'm ready to be home. Back to my friends. Back to my girlfriend. Back to fucking civilization. But, yeah, about that exhausted thing... It's time for bed. Goodnight, Neverland.