This morning, somebody asked about my four-day weekend.
- I had a slumber party with a new friend
- I had a top-notch photo shoot with four models
- I took a road trip to meet a great friend
- I had a crazy night out
- I tucked dollar bills into g-strings
- I discovered that I DO still do some of the things that I say I don’t do anymore
- I met a new cute boy
- I make a big decision about my future
- I went on a disappointing date
- I made amends with an old friend
- I met my ex partner’s new boyfriend
- I found a new favorite hangout
- I accepted responsibility for one of the least proud moments of my life
- I watched Nicole Kidman pee on Zac Efron
- I discovered amazing new art in a fantastic art gallery
- I convinced an EMT to show me his penis
I could write a fucking book about this past weekend. And I wouldn’t change one thing.
#1 by homer on February 19, 2013 - 7:15 pm
In contrast my weekend,
- stepped in cat vomit
- tore my new sheets
- had a migraine from tooth grinding
#2 by khowaga on February 19, 2013 - 11:01 pm
I would read your book, Scott.
Homer, sorry … I’d probably pass on yours. At least the one from this weekend.