I love having my 40 in a day in advance. You know what that means? Three day weekend! Wooohoo. I leave for the Haute tomorrow, where I’ll get to hang with my bestest buds, watch a bunch of old farts get drunk and reminisce, pretend I’m not one of those old farts getting drunk and reminiscing, play some kickball, eat some Moggers, see some hotty Delta Gammas, Practice my Mandarin, Make fun of Schroeder for 3 days, have Schroeder make fun of me for 3 days, get hungover and eat Chinese food with my little brother, bitch about being an adult, brag about being an adult, pretend I’m not an adult, if the option presents itself give Kenny a good dry humping, make fun of Brandi’s big butt :), laugh about how awesome homecoming is, yet how no one ever goes to the football game, hear the latest gossip, not being in Iowa for 3 days, hopefully watch someone light themselves on fire (I’m thinking of you Rory), loose my pants at some point, sing American Pie badly, sleep in a loft again, play basketball with Jenny’s boobies, drink my body weight in cheap beer, late night taco hell, late night IHOP, lots and lots of sleep, and any other shenanigans that may arise. Wow things should be pretty eventful stay tuned for pictures.
