Current forecast models are showing a 90% chance of awesome for the DC Metro area this weekend. I’ll be there doing my best to make sure that forecast comes to fruition. I’m meeting up with a couple of friends from Tulane, a couple of whom live in the area. There I’ll be reliving my “glory days”, which probably means getting drunk pretty early and playing Johns new Nintendo Wii.
The Vegas odds makers have put my chance of survival at 7 to 1. It was 4 to 1 before Christmas but I’ve been fighting a pretty nasty cold. Unfortunately for my body John and Will subscribe to the “just drink it off you fucking pussy” school of medical thought. The scary part is Will’s actually slated to start his MD program there in the fall (he mentioned it was in Mississippi).
Well if I don’t update until after New Years it’s because I’m either drunk, dead, or in jail. Pray for the first one. If this break is anywhere as much fun as Christmas…. whoa I got a little chub just thinking about it.
Because I’m very mature and completely original…
For the record my dick wasn’t actually in the box. I think Natalie had put a delicious summer sausage in there. Later on it was a microphone. I beat the shit out of that dead horse.
Catch you on the flip side!
