If you're not from around here, then just take my word for it. If you are from around here, then you've heard the stupid song on the radio enough times to have it stuck in your head.
Anyway, I wanted this one out by Tuesday, but then got caught up in the celebrations, and on Wednesday, managed to slam my car into some poor old lady, killing her, her husband, her child that just won his first baseball game, and a pure, innocent puppy. Poor dog never had a chance.
Not really. Just a minor fender-bender. The only thing that's dead is my savings. However, if you're ever in need of attention, just post somewhere on the web that you're in a car accident, even in a joking manner in relation to something totally different, and you will get much concern and e-hugs.
Anyway, back to my past couple of days.
Saturday: I went to Endymion and learned several important things: The cure for abject public drunkenness is to simply have someone cluster-carpet bomb your poor, obliterated mind with F-bombs, and that parades are not as fun when you fly solo. So, it was with a somewhat heavy heart I walked back down Royal Street to get to my car.
Then (because sound seems to factor a lot in my life), I was listening to several street performers play, and had an Epiphany.
I could totally do that.
So, I rushed back to my dorm, and immediately fell comatose as I tried to read the legal document on street permits. I swear they put chloroform on those, never mind I was reading a digital copy.
When I woke up several hours later, I found out that permits where cheap, useful and seemed fairly easy to obtain. And that Shakespeare must still be alive and writing somewhere, no one else in the history of writing has stuck that many whoms and thous together.
Yes, I just took a low blow at Shakespeare. No, I won't apologize.
Sunday: I saw Bacchus the way its meant to be seen, with friends and family. It was awesome. Plus, Drew Brees (with less booze) was riding and we totally knew someone else on his float. So, it while everyone else was like "DREW, OH MY GOD, DREW, THROW US SOMETHING SO WE CAN ENSHRINE IT!"
We where like: "CHUCK! CHUCK! WE LIVE TWO DOORS DOWN AND I DON'T QUITE REMEMBER WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, JUST THROW STUFF TO US!"
Yes, Chuck is my go to name when I need a fake one. Even the girls. No real people are named Chuck.
Monday and Tuesday (with a bit of Wedensday double recap) sometime this week, so stay tuned.
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