2/04/2005
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.
Why?
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.
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.
Why?
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.
