I’m going south to Palm Beach this weekend with Cam, Melissa, Darren, and Monica — for a beach ultimate tournament called Battle on The Beach; we’re playing with a group Monica knows who is flying in from Chicago. It’s gonna be two days of fun in the sun (hopefully). We’ve rented a house with about 16 other people (!) — hope there’s enough room for everyone.
Well, this is a short entry because I have to get back to work. Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Praise the lord, etc. It’s Spring Break. Tonight, at the grocery store, I saw no fewer than six women who appeared to be within four years of my age (28). That is — for those keeping score at home — exactly six more than usual. Of course, I had the guts to speak with exactly none of them; all had guys hanging off them, except one, with whom I exchanged a smile, twice even. The irony is that today was where I decided, fcuk it, I’m not shaving and I’m not putting any product in my hair. I couldn’t have cared less about my appearance, and look what happens. What the heck’s up with that?
