So if you saw this yesterday I’m sorry. I meant to post it today, but I can’t read a calendar and I’m too tired and lazy to write about something else. So here you go, again.
As I mentioned on Friday, my little roommate Caroline graduated and officially became a nurse on Saturday.
Afterwards, we celebrated the momentous event with our usual plan: eating and drinking ourselves into a coma. There was seafood, more seafood, fresh rolls, hot biscuits, pasta, wine, fried shrimp, oysters, pizza, ice cream, and beer. And that was just Saturday. I’m pretty sure my stomach will never forgive me.
I don’t think I ever got hungry the entire weekend. One night we played poker and Bardot assisted in the winning.
And then I started losing. She is not a fan of losing.
And that was that. We left the table poor and I’m pretty sure she is still second-hand embarrassed for me. On Sunday, I actually managed to reign it in and eat normal sized meals, so that is a miracle in itself. We had grand plans for the pool on Sunday afternoon, but the actual effort required to change and put on flip flops was just too much and we ended up just passing out in the living room.
I eventually regained consciousness and enjoyed some pre-Shark Week reruns while continuing the never ending saga of putting all of my things in boxes. It just never ends. Oh well, at least I’m not a seal living off the coast of South Africa. It truly could be worse.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Those sharks won’t get me because I know their secrets. Well, and I try to avoid the ocean. That is always a helpful key to the victory over the sharks.