Did my Fou.rth F.riday thing. Apparently, chicks I don't know want a taste of this big hunk of butta. Sad, but true.
The next day I drove to the "D" for the "Boys Night Out" signifying Three's last weekend as a Detroiter.
Dropped my stuff off with TAD as she prepped for her "Girls Night In". She's prettier than I remember. I think that everytime I see her.
Bought a dresser from Ikea.
I had my boys meet me at the Mic.higan State Black Alumni picnic. Nice turnout. Everybody's fat, including me. We did a gray hair comparison. I win. Drank a lot of free brew and ate turkey hot dogs. Saw my sands. Got dissed for dissin' them.
Played horseshoes. I suck at it.
Hung out and parking lot pimped a Mic.hael Fr.anks concert. Felt like I was 16 again. This is probably the last time I'll ever be 8 cats deep standing by our cars looking bored. Unless I join the NASCAR circuit.
Went bowling. My first throw of my first frame did this:And I still won the game.
Came back to TAD's crib in pain. Played it cool.
The next day, went and got splinted. I'm waiting for the swelling to subside before I get a cast on Monday.
Played kissy-face until I had to come home.
Now, I'm at work. Bored.