saturday night didn't end up with me doing as much drinking as i had planned. i went to cahoots and had a couple of cold ones and a basket of fries. i ran into rebecca and ended up seeing a girl i went to high school with. it was a pretty bizarre situation because i was never "cool" enough for her to talk to back in our school days (being one of he token skateboarder/punk rock kids), but she was all about chatting me up at the bar. i asked her what she had been doing since her release from hell and she mentioned moving to florida for 3 years, to which i answered "i hate florida." typical response from me, i guess.

after that i opened the store on sunday morning and then scott and i had a sparsely attended cookout. it doesn't really matter who was there, though…the burgers were great and the corn was cooked to perfection. the few people that did show up hung out and we all drank our asses off to celebrate the end of summer (classes at u of l started the next day). fun was had by all, i'm sure.

now i'm just kickin' it, enjoying my day off. maybe i'll try to do something constructive today…like drink myself to death.