Sunday, September 11, 2005
Be jealous
Two words: Northern Lights
Friday, September 02, 2005
What a horrible job I have
So last weekend a group of us decided to make a run for the border. We went to Niagara Falls (Canadian Side) and four of us (original group size = 12) decided we weren't going to make the additional trip to Toronto. We made it to the casino by noon and got drunk. Went to the Hard Rock Cafe and got shitty. Then we went BACK to the casino and got absolutely hammered. A good time was had by all. If you haven't been to the falls, GO. Now. While not as impressive as I expected, they are still B-E-A-utiful.
We spent the last couple of days at the Minnowbrook Conference Center (read "Conference Center" to mean "lodge") in the Adirondaks. Holy shit that was fan-damn-tastic. It's off in the middle of no where in the woods on a lake. We took a lake tour and learned about dead rich people. That sucked, but toward the end of the tour we were passing a big ass rock (about fifteen feet above the water) and he was telling us how people would dive off of it and something about gaining five years of life that I a)completely missed or b)was too drunk to care about. So, a few of us convinced him to stop and we stripped down to our skivvies and swam over to it. After a couple of scary moments we found our way to the top and dove it. So much fun. It inspired us to grab some chicas that night and go swimming in the lake. The water was fantastic. I probably blacked out both nights we were there. We had some serious drinking going on. Last night we were working hard to kill off all the liquor we had brought and, frankly, we did a damn fine job. All that was left of about 10 big bottles of various liquors was a quarter bottle of peach schnapps, which no body drinks anyway. I'm going to go out on a limb and say I have a drinking problem: vodka should probably not be consumed like it was beer. To summarize, I say again, fan-damn-tastic.
We spent the last couple of days at the Minnowbrook Conference Center (read "Conference Center" to mean "lodge") in the Adirondaks. Holy shit that was fan-damn-tastic. It's off in the middle of no where in the woods on a lake. We took a lake tour and learned about dead rich people. That sucked, but toward the end of the tour we were passing a big ass rock (about fifteen feet above the water) and he was telling us how people would dive off of it and something about gaining five years of life that I a)completely missed or b)was too drunk to care about. So, a few of us convinced him to stop and we stripped down to our skivvies and swam over to it. After a couple of scary moments we found our way to the top and dove it. So much fun. It inspired us to grab some chicas that night and go swimming in the lake. The water was fantastic. I probably blacked out both nights we were there. We had some serious drinking going on. Last night we were working hard to kill off all the liquor we had brought and, frankly, we did a damn fine job. All that was left of about 10 big bottles of various liquors was a quarter bottle of peach schnapps, which no body drinks anyway. I'm going to go out on a limb and say I have a drinking problem: vodka should probably not be consumed like it was beer. To summarize, I say again, fan-damn-tastic.
