well we're finally at home. the drive back was completely uneventful, and now i'm sitting in front of the same computer i look at every day.

i had a good weekend. that pretty much boils down the whole thing into one easy nugget. there's a lot i could tell you, but no one would understand the hilarity of me making both matts that we stayed with into "eatmoshits" many, many times throughout the night. i still have no clue what i was talking about when the phrase "shitnocrap" was uttered. and yes, i did stalk around my chair proclaiming myself the big monkey after beating the living shit out of matt (pick one) at the first tony hawk game on dreamcast. as matt stated over to the right of here…i was the reigning champion until i indulged in way too much alcohol and forgot how to play video games. nevertheless, i was only an "eatmoshits" twice the entire evening.

on the subject of "the matts": those guys fucking rock. that's gonna have to be the last word on those dudes. nothing else needs to be said.

i hope everyone that we hung out with had a great time. i certainly did, and i'm looking forward to going back.

but as i told someone earlier today: we always find our way back home. but maybe that's not always a good thing…