Well, it's official. I'm 21. And I went to my first kegger today. It was cool and all. Still not really sure how Beer Pong works, but I think I got a pretty good idea just from watching. Oh the interesting things drunk people do to amuse themselves.
Eric, I hope you're feeling better and I look forward to seeing everyone hopefully very soon. Hopefully, if people actually remember, I'll see Christine, Eric and Ginette on Sunday for at least a little bit.
...make that, better see Christine, Eric and Ginette for at least a little bit on Sunday, as I desire all the fresh blood I can get my hands on.
But I digress. Today was good. I've been 21 for only 5 hours and I'm already wondering what the hell is so special about it anyway? After all, you really think I wouldn't have gone drinking if I was under 21?
Actually, I have been very depressed about turning 21. You see, unfortunately I realized not that long ago and that my youth has been somewhat wasted. I never really went to concerts, I never got arrested for anything fun, hell, I was actually a rather sheltered child. In overall excitement, I'd have to rate myself like a 3.
Ergo, as compensation, I've decided that later in my years, I will have the biggest midlife crisis I possibly can. I wanna go scubadiving, parasailing, get a mohawk, etc. Hell, why not even dream bigger. I wanna run drug cartels, fuck rich heiresses and get into knife fights. Or at the very least drive around putting babies on spikes.
I think I'll start my own Fight Club.
But I guess that's all the tired rantings of a fool for tonight.
Peace out hometrout,
Rob
Petco Quote of the Moment:
Me: Is it really neccessary to have this [stapler] on the forklift?
Manager Nick: Oh, yeah! It keeps the wheels on.
Eric, I hope you're feeling better and I look forward to seeing everyone hopefully very soon. Hopefully, if people actually remember, I'll see Christine, Eric and Ginette on Sunday for at least a little bit.
...make that, better see Christine, Eric and Ginette for at least a little bit on Sunday, as I desire all the fresh blood I can get my hands on.
But I digress. Today was good. I've been 21 for only 5 hours and I'm already wondering what the hell is so special about it anyway? After all, you really think I wouldn't have gone drinking if I was under 21?
Actually, I have been very depressed about turning 21. You see, unfortunately I realized not that long ago and that my youth has been somewhat wasted. I never really went to concerts, I never got arrested for anything fun, hell, I was actually a rather sheltered child. In overall excitement, I'd have to rate myself like a 3.
Ergo, as compensation, I've decided that later in my years, I will have the biggest midlife crisis I possibly can. I wanna go scubadiving, parasailing, get a mohawk, etc. Hell, why not even dream bigger. I wanna run drug cartels, fuck rich heiresses and get into knife fights. Or at the very least drive around putting babies on spikes.
I think I'll start my own Fight Club.
But I guess that's all the tired rantings of a fool for tonight.
Peace out hometrout,
Rob
Petco Quote of the Moment:
Me: Is it really neccessary to have this [stapler] on the forklift?
Manager Nick: Oh, yeah! It keeps the wheels on.
eric