Beefy
Worst gambler ever
A week with my niece out here. 12 year old kids never, ever, run out of gas. Nor appetite.
Then a week with my recently sobered up pal which meant that he wasn't running out of gas, then California, SF, calistoga, hot air balloning, casino, up to Arcata, wedding rehearsal, wedding, wedding party, drive back down to SF, catch a flight, get twisted on the plane, end up back here, watch the roommate fall down drunk at the airport, get home, laundry, and finally I can relax.
Jesus, but I have to go back to work tomorrow.
I swear, I'm doing vacay's solo from now on.
That, and out here, when you have house guests, you become a fucking tour guide. My guess is that you weirdos that choose to live in New Jersey don't have that problem.
G'Day.
Then a week with my recently sobered up pal which meant that he wasn't running out of gas, then California, SF, calistoga, hot air balloning, casino, up to Arcata, wedding rehearsal, wedding, wedding party, drive back down to SF, catch a flight, get twisted on the plane, end up back here, watch the roommate fall down drunk at the airport, get home, laundry, and finally I can relax.
Jesus, but I have to go back to work tomorrow.
I swear, I'm doing vacay's solo from now on.
That, and out here, when you have house guests, you become a fucking tour guide. My guess is that you weirdos that choose to live in New Jersey don't have that problem.
G'Day.