Hell and birthdays
I went to Hell today. My friends and I stood in line for two hours to get a tshirt and some ice cream. (It's hot in Hell, let me tell you.) By the time we were halfway to the store/ice cream shop, a few bikers walked by, shouting, "They're all sold out! Tshirts are gone!" Dammit. So we left. I spent three hours in Hell alone, and I didn't even get a lousy tshirt. It was fun though. I slept most of the drive there and back. Oh well. Such is life.
By the way, we went to Hell, Michigan, not the actual burning pit of fury. Although that's what it felt like while we sweltered in the line. Bah. Har har.
Anyway, tomorrow is my 21st birthday! YAY! I'm getting wasted. Well, not really. But I'll have my first alcoholic beverage in a restaurant tomorrow. Woot. I already got my renewed license today. I'm growing up so fast. sniffle. Now I have nothing to look foward to.
I guess that's all I've gotta say. It's my vacation, and I'm going to relax as best as I can.
By the way, we went to Hell, Michigan, not the actual burning pit of fury. Although that's what it felt like while we sweltered in the line. Bah. Har har.
Anyway, tomorrow is my 21st birthday! YAY! I'm getting wasted. Well, not really. But I'll have my first alcoholic beverage in a restaurant tomorrow. Woot. I already got my renewed license today. I'm growing up so fast. sniffle. Now I have nothing to look foward to.
I guess that's all I've gotta say. It's my vacation, and I'm going to relax as best as I can.