Last Hurrah

so friday night I was telling anyone who would listen "It's a marathon tomorrow guys, not a sprint." Luckily I stuck to it and made it through the marathon of a day strong to top off a wild weekend. A few of my friends unfortuntaly missed the memo.I knew things were gonna be a little insane when if found out a total of 7 people were staying in my cubical of a ogg cell. We started out right with brats for breakfast at 10am.... we soo live in wisconsin. The rest of the day was filled with random ass people i saw on the street from every aspect of my life basically. The rain was no damper for a while- until it created mass amounts of mud which somehow ended up all over my attire.

Funniest part of the day?

When I was sprawled out with my four amigos around 8pm on a futon- a person to remain unnamed, stumbled through the door in a drunken sleepwalk, dropped her drawers in front of us, sat down on a small white coffee table, STOOD UP and preceded to remove the shotglasses she had sat on, and SAT BACK DOWN thinking she was on a device known to us as the toliet. Four people screaming at the top of their lungs is the back drop to this scene.

ooooh mifflin.