Labor Day weekend...Where do I begin? Well, let me start off by saying that I did in fact end up getting a sore throat, however; I feel inclined to blame it on the mass amounts of meth I smoked and not C. Warner's imaginary virus in an attempt to make everyone at the office feel sorry for her. My weekend was kind of blah...I went down to Corvallis on Friday night and stayed with my two buddies, Jake and Trent. I came over to their place dressed to kill, wearing sandals, a shroud and a turbin. They had a keg of PBR, stories of their summers and an abundance of hetero/anglo pride! The next day they were able to get me an extra ticket to the OSU vs. PSU football game. Well, the tailgating was fun...The football game and the country music concert afterwards for the Ag. majors and the ram molesters----eh, not so much. Luckily, I was saved by a plethera of beer and a vinyard owner from McMinnville. Is there anything the Beaver Hut can't do? I decided to give Blake a call since he was down there too. Drank more...I told Jake and Trent to come over. Unfortunately, a couple imposers who weren't invited came over with them and ruined everbody's fun...We let it slide and all went back to Jake's place. Everyone was having a difficult time sleeping, so i decided to tell them a bedtime story. It was about a fat oafish gopher who breathed really hard through his fat little nose when asked his opinion on any given subject. He also tended to sit and stare at you with a dumbass grin on his face whenever he was involved in a conversation he had no business being in. And let me be perfectly clear-- Mr. Gopher was really fat. He was so fat that only 2 female gophers had gone through tunnels with him before the age of 24. The other main character in the story was Mr. Weasel. He was a sneaky little marmot who happened to be friends with Mr. Gopher because no one else cared to be his friend. Mr. Weasel likes to think that he is more successful than anyone else in the forest, but he is merely a root and berry salesman and is given many things by the weasel elders in which he does not earn for himself. Some of the creatures in the forest consider him to be mildly retarded because he can't let go of his past from Varmint High. He thinks he was the coolest weasel there, but it turned out that no one really liked him and his athletic feats in the nut toss or berry run weren't really that impressive. Anyway, they decided to poke Mr. Bear and got eaten alive by him....The end! I was very glad that everyone was able to sleep so well after that rousing story!

After that, I decided to come back home the next morning and was basically lazy for the rest of my long weekend. Didn't do much of anything. First time in awhile where i didn't have any obligations that I or my parents made for me. Leaving for NYC a week from today. Can't wait! Did everyone else have a good weekend?