Best. Weekend. Ever.

The kegs are on ice.

Four car loads of people are en-route to my house leaving from the Four major cornerstones of the midwest (Peoria, Chicago, Bloomington, and , well... Peoria again. )

I've got two pots of gumbo, a vat of chili, 22 sandwiches, and a giant bowl of Sangria ready for whomever, whenever.


Oh, I don't know...maybe because this might just be THE best weekend ever.

Saturday - Mardi Gras. 'Nuff Said.

(But if you need an explanation: it's 500,000 people in my neighborhood. Most drunk. Some topless. The party starts at 8 am. Yeah, that's some fun times. )

Sunday - Super Biz-owl. Drinking my hangover away, grubbing down some chili, and watching some American style football.

To top it all off...no homework for Monday.

Best. Weekend. Ever.

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