How I learned to drink a fifth of Jim Beam in two days.
I'm about to ride 6.5 hours on a Greyhound bus in a state of heightened hangover. It was worth it. I sold my car to an enthused French-Canadian, wandered around San Francisco (which was surprisingly dull, or maybe it was just me), bought a $90 bottle of scotch (which I am to afraid to drink, of course), sang karaoke in a bar (this is a big one, folks), saw some great friends, rode on a taxi, rode on a bus, rode on a train...
It was a pretty good weekend, all in all. I will call it resounding success if I don't get stabbed or diseased on the Greyhound.
1 comment:
sooooo....how was the greyhound??
haha
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