pb

**hiccup**

i had such a guys out weekend its almost sickening, but not quite. i couldn't find our campsite from last nite with a gps reciever and a helicopter. we had to camp on the side of a hill or something because we ran outta daylight whilst bushwacking for a trail which was on the map, but the map was from 1983

so, no real trail (once we left the Appalachian Trail) to follow, 3 dudes stumbling thru the woods up and down mountains and nipping on flasks of vodka and telling poop and blow job jokes.

you can never take the boy outta the man no matter what you do. one of us is a PhD student at in Microbiology at Georgetown. the other of us just finished his Master's at Old Dominion in something other, math i think. i've only a bachelor's....we've all three are entrusted with hi level security jobs in DC........and yet we're traipsing thru the woods, drunk, lost, and farting on each other like we're 12 year old boy scouts.

now i'm drunk, sore, scraped all to hell from an unfortunate confronation with a moss covered boulder and a creek and i'm really wondering at my ability to type as well as i seem to be doing.

life is a fucking gas sometimes. literally and figurea----- whatever-ly.

eh, i'm gonna go soak me old aching bones in a girly bubble bath and drink more Guinness. wanna join?

also, i think i may be going vegetarian. wish me luck.

-pb


music: ramones
book: angels and demons