Filed under: life
In a place I perhaps shouldn’t have been, I came across the trip of a lifetime. Around the world in eighty beers, a four hundred dollar drip that came with a t-shirt and your picture on the wall. Inevitable new friends, an inevitable beer belly, afternoon baseball games and evening recaps of said games- this is where I shall spend the remainder of my summer.
Last night, this how I was described: “Carries paper with her, reads non-fiction, doesn’t watch movies, drinks beer, intellectual, prefers baseball over golf, had a slinky as a child, doesn’t like shoes, cute face – winning points everywhere.” That is how I get boyfriends. But no, I won’t go dancing with you old man. Perhaps these “inevitable new friends” aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Even I have my limits.
