The only thing greater than Taylor Swift?
Sadly, the only thing that disappears more quickly than the weekend is a pack of Oreos at our house. Alas, it was a good weekend. No, a great weekend. Here’s why:
Me and my boy Philly Z. made a rap video. Typical Saturday.
Amazingly, it’s even more awkward than my solo Biggie joint from last week. The new jam is dropping tomorrow morning. I’m a little biased, but it’s really funny. And really stupid.
Not only did I get to hear an encouraging word about thankfulness at church today, but it was unintentionally red pants day. I like red pants days.
We hung out with some dear friends on Friday night. I ate approximately five pounds of pork BBQ and 10+ cookies. I also played Settlers of Catan. Although I’m an uber-geek, I kind of hate that game (that statement may be considered heresy in Christian and/or hipster circles). Many in attendance will say that I cheated. They are right.
Saturday evening was spent hanging out with four of our dearest friends. I had my first vegan meal, rocked out with Kelly Kapowski, and ate a gallon of salsa. I really wish that was an exaggeration.
Saturday night’s salsa throwdown reminded me a lot of the infamous night in 2004 when I ate too many fajitas and too much salsa and I threw up in the parking lot of a Guadalajara in Charlottesville. There wasn’t a second date.