My friends are notorious for not giving a fuck about anyone but themselves, but this weekend being my birthday weekend, I expected it to be different. It wasn't. I wasn't asked once what I wanted to do, I ended up taking care of my drunken friends Saturday night blah blah blah. The usual. It got old fast.
So as I was feeling that the weekend was lost, I was sitting in my room playing with Sir Hops A Lot and my roommate came upstairs and threw a beer to [at] me. So I went downstairs and we were hanging out and helping our one roommate that's moving pack up. (PS there's a room for rent in my house)
We listened to this a lot:
Then we got into a snowball fight which turned into a snowman-making fest. Which then turned into Aunt Jemima and us building snow-coolers for our beer. We had the snowman almost done until my roommate decided to body slam it! I was so mad, this was the first snowman I've ever made in my LIFE! So I body slammed him into a huge pile of snow and then it got crazy with us flinging each other and our other roommate just watching and laughing.
I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Now I have frost bite on my ass, my roommate has snow in his ear still (or so he claims)
So all in all, what I'm trying to say is this: It's awesome that you don't have to get all dressed up and spend absurd amounts of money at a bar or at dinner to have a good time. The best times are spent at home in sweatpants with cheap beer and good roommates.
