This one-ups last weekend.

Psshhh. I thought last weekend had everything. Psshhh.

This weekend had it all. Trip to Madison. Expanding work capabilities. See old friends. Meet new friends. DRAMA. A lot of drama. Mifflin St. Block Party. 8-hose beer bong. Beer shotgunned in the bar. A lot of Jameson. Mayweather-De La Hoya. A-bar (I never get to go to those anymore!). Being scared shitless TWICE on my drive back from Madison, i.e. I actually thought I was going to die two different times, both not my fault. Dick in a box, on the screen and then in real person (yikes...). Singing "Drift Away" about 2908934 times. Being asked if I was a model (blush). Having my damned worst best hockey game ever in a horrible loss as we were the one seed eliminated in the first (f-ing) round, yarrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh.

Probably never having experienced a variety of events such as this before, I can't describe this feeling. It's weird. It's good. And bad. And it's making me type this post in a weird manner. Ok I'll stop.