Stick it in my Blog

So, surprisingly, I did not die on the flight to Orlando. It was still the longest two hours of my life and my vagina was a little sore when it was all over. The time in Orlando has already morphed into mostly a drunken blur, but some of the highlights included Sean and I urinating in the parking garage every night, Sean and I showering together (with bathing suits on, we're not gay), throwing various objects off the 19th story balcony, drinking beach buckets full of liquor, Bobby beating the shit out of me on the tennis court. Basically, Nikki had to go to a few conferences each day and while she was gone, the three of us consumed alcohol. The weather was barely over 70 the entire trip, but still overall, it was a great time.
Got to LI Tuesday night and did the quarter bowling thing and we were on a lane next to the fattest group of girls I've ever seen in my life. I'm not even joking, they were absolutely enormous. Is that mean? Sorry.
Wednesday night was a disaster/fantastic. After hitting up the Half Penny, we attempted to go to Nutty, but the line was a mile long and my testicles were frozen to my leg (we also later found out the cover was $15, which I clearly would have paid at the time and then killed myself the next morning). We ended up a Lillys and things were going well until the blood. Sean went into the bathroom right in the mist of a fight and apparently, the bouncer thought he was involved. So Sean gets grabbed by the neck and thrown out the back door and that was the end of that adventure. We attempted to get into Hutley's across the street, but at that point, Sean's lifeless body was slumped over Adam's shoulder. For some reason, we got rejected at the door.
It's been refreshing to be home for a few days, but it hasn't taken long for me to realize it's not where I want to be, and it could very well have to be if I don't get moving soon on finding a better job. Eh, I'll start looking in 2006.
I was reading in the Collegian the other day about the guy, Mason (see photo above), I graduated with who led the group that helped to legalize possession of pot in Denver. It's pretty unbelievable stuff. Mainly because you would never think a pothead would have the ambitions and motivation to go out and change the law. Mason should get front billing on the UR homepage for his great work, instead of that douchebag Scott Erwin. Rhodes scholar, blah blah blah, he's still a terrible human being. Mason is my new hero.
I have some great photos from this week, including some superhot shower shots, but I have to get back to rva to put them on my comp. So don't get photo blueballs, they are coming.