Hurricane Homecoming has come and gone, and left behind some vague memories, hangovers, and good times. Oh, and a shit ton of dirty dishes.
Thought the day (Saturday) was going to get off to a drunker start than it did when Robinson and I ended up at the Blues Cafe for some lunchtime beers while the girls Pi Phi'd it up. After several Bud's the girls (the gf and Elizabeth) showed up, and we ate, and somehow made a ?wise? decision and hit the coffee for a bit, and watched a little Starsky and Hutch. As Robinson had never seen it before, this directly led to us saying "Do it." for the rest of the weekend. As you can imagine, we were beating the girls off with sticks all Saturday night.
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I'd love to tell a bunch of details about this weekend, but the important thing to know is that Robinson and I ended up with sitting on opposite couches, warring with mp3s. I started off strong with I'm too sexy, Fat Bottomed Girls, and a few others, but Robinson fought back, and eventually overwhelmed me with Um Skinny Bop. I had no response, and the battle of music was over. This time.
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Let's just say that the most productive thing that was accomplished Sunday was John and I making an emergency grease run to the BK for whoppers and bacon double cheeseburgers.
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