The Grey Bandanna

I don't know if it's the shitty weather or last night still leaving my system, but my brain just doesn't seem to want to work today. I want to talk about last night, but can't seem to put it into words very well. It was a lot of fun and the fact I got home at almost 5 am should be further proof that good times were had. It was awesome seeing Jon again and getting everyone together. Shaggy's was a lot of fun as well and I have the bar tab to prove it!

I was playing around on my old Blurty journal for quite awhile tonight reading a bunch of my old journal entries. It's pretty fun going back and remembering how you were feeling a few years ago. I was reminded of a bunch of experiences that had slipped away over the years. Most of the entries were pretty funny and a few were kinda sad. I thought I'd repost one of the first entries I ever made, it was written on May 8th, 2003 and titled 'God's Tub':

I'd just like to sit and take a moment to go over just how much I fucking love hot tubs. What's not to love about them? They provide quality outdoors time in the winter, and really the only excuse to get women into bikini's that time of year. Their also breeding grounds for social activity, for instance. Everyone I have met that I know at my new apartment complex, I've met in the hot tub. It's a ritual for some of us. Every night I am available, 10:15 sharp, me and many others like me make our short 45 second journey to the hot tub. I am convinced the hot tub is gods tub of choice, after all, any body of water than can increase the potency of liquor by 2x just by sitting in it, has to be some sort of holy.