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Ah, this weekend is Mardi Gras! I'll be making the trek down to Cal Poly, California's mecca for the deeply religious holiday. Though sometimes I wonder if partying is really what I need to be doing with my spare time, those thoughts normally occur between bong rips. Its funny, last quarter I visited Jeff and Mikey once. This quarter, its going to be a span of three out of four weeks that I kicked it with Jeff, and two of those with Mikey. It would be three for both, but Mikey is a little whipped bitch to his parents, or he's just really afraid to come to Santa Cruz. I think the latter is the truth. I don't think Mikey thinks that he could handle seeing deer all over the place that he couldn't kill. My silly hick friends. (Well Mikey has become a hick anyway, I think Jeff is probably the farthest thing from a hick in San Luis) I'm sure it's going to be a drunken joyous time, lots of woodlanders are going down. Brian says he is planning on taking lots of beads with him, for some reason that really doesn't surprise me. I will probably also take this opportunity to stock up some more on my delicious Scoresby whiskey which is only 12.99 a handle at ralph's in san luis. Alcohol is great because it makes all experiences extreme. Alcohol transforms normal evenings into the best and worst times of your life. It's russian roulette in a bottle. Hopefully this weekend I won't find the bullet.