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Yesterday I returned from my week long sojurn in sunny Florida. I made it to the beach one day, but the rest of the week was spent in Orlando visiting the girls.
On Sunday, Laura, John, megan Hill and I went to a flea market where they served beer. It was fucking awesome.
Monday night we all got ridiculously, old school hammered and decided that it was a good idea to climb on the roof of the girls' house. A little bit later, Megan Murphy and Morgan decided it was an even better idea to jump off the roof. Morgan made it. megan didn't. As such, I spent all of Tuesday in the E.R. waiting for the worst excuse for a triage station ever to look at Megan's leg. Turns out she tore a few ligaments in her knee and sprained her ankle. But, on the bright side, she got medical leave from work and so was able to spend the rest of the week hanging out.
Wednesday we had planned on going to the beach but, of course, it was 50 degrees and raining outside all day. So instead we decided to go do the stupid spring break thing- get tattoos and piercings. Megan Hill, Lindsay, Brandon and I all got tattoos with our initials in them (megan got a design made from weird fonts, Brandon and Lindsay got a tree I drew with our initials carved in the trunk, and I got a custom day of the dead style peice with our initials encraved on the coffin) and Jeremy got a hole punched in his eyebrow.
Other than that, we went to a few parties where there were either no girls aside from my friends in attendance or where the girls who were there were either interesting or attractive but never both.
Despite all of the mishaps, it was still a great trip, mostly because I got to hang out with my girls for nine straight days and watch kung fu movies.
On Sunday, Laura, John, megan Hill and I went to a flea market where they served beer. It was fucking awesome.
Monday night we all got ridiculously, old school hammered and decided that it was a good idea to climb on the roof of the girls' house. A little bit later, Megan Murphy and Morgan decided it was an even better idea to jump off the roof. Morgan made it. megan didn't. As such, I spent all of Tuesday in the E.R. waiting for the worst excuse for a triage station ever to look at Megan's leg. Turns out she tore a few ligaments in her knee and sprained her ankle. But, on the bright side, she got medical leave from work and so was able to spend the rest of the week hanging out.
Wednesday we had planned on going to the beach but, of course, it was 50 degrees and raining outside all day. So instead we decided to go do the stupid spring break thing- get tattoos and piercings. Megan Hill, Lindsay, Brandon and I all got tattoos with our initials in them (megan got a design made from weird fonts, Brandon and Lindsay got a tree I drew with our initials carved in the trunk, and I got a custom day of the dead style peice with our initials encraved on the coffin) and Jeremy got a hole punched in his eyebrow.
Other than that, we went to a few parties where there were either no girls aside from my friends in attendance or where the girls who were there were either interesting or attractive but never both.
Despite all of the mishaps, it was still a great trip, mostly because I got to hang out with my girls for nine straight days and watch kung fu movies.