What a weekend. So busy, so drinky, and so filled with trolls.
Pembry came up for a visit and we went on a bar crawl with Viv and some of her friends. Little did we know that one of our awesome high school teaches was on the crawl too. He was drunk and complaining loudly about some shitty scotch he was sold. I love that man. Jimbo was thrilled to see him as well because it meant he could take pictures of himself with our teacher and send it to our other friends. It made them extremely jealous. Jimbo also put on a hat that he found on the street.
Then the sun went down and we decided to do some more drinking. Unfortunately, that's when we met up with Tommy, Turd, and our Mexican friend. I spent most of the time hitting on Tommy's wife and asking our Mexican friend if we could borrow a golf cart from the place he used to work. Good times were had by all. Turd also watched me talk to arguably the drunkest guy in the bar for ten minutes. As we're finally walking away Turd goes, "what's wrong with that guy?"
Fuck Miami.
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