Peanutbutter jelly time.

I hate weekends that take me a few days to recover because then before I know it it's the weekend again and I'm back at square one. This past weekend is going to be hanging on me until at least Wednesday. In the meantime I plan to nurse it clean with food. Today I have visited both McDonalds and KFC. My corn bread was cold so I decided I better call the lady at KFC when I got home and yell at her. I feel kind of silly about that now. But no one likes cold corn bread for God's sake. Mc's was delish as usual, but my experience was slightly tainted as I left when I saw two obese people waddling in. I hate seeing extremely large people right after I have eaten a massive amount of something awful. Chris also noted how waddling large people always seem to have that look of anguish on their face at all times when they are in motion. Something to think about next time I decide it's a good idea to eat french fries, fried chicken and nachos within a five hour time frame. The nachos weren't even good which was extremely disappointing. Due to lack of shredded cheese I put squares of sandwich cheese on Tostitos thinking it would be just as good. I was wrong. Just one of those life lessons you have to learn the hard way I guess. Aside all else, between Parent Trap on Fox Family immediately followed by Hocus Pocus accompanied by a pan of Scotcharoos, this has been one of my better hungover days. And really I'll take a hungover day in exchange for a great 4th of July weekend anytime. Now I'm somewhat timid to say too much regarding what a fun time I had in Fremont because I do not want to be mistaken for a "Fremontster lover", because I am not, Norfolk is still better, but I did enjoy myself. Sitting at the Coffee Pot after a long night I told Chris that it is very possible Fremont has more ugly people than Norfolk and he even agreed, but then again he told me the Coffee Pot wasn't exactly the place to make that assessment. I especially liked the signs on tables that said "be right back, went out for a drag," that certain waitresses left behind. Nothing beats being served by fresh tobacco stained fingers. But what I liked most about this weekend was that it was a throwback to college. Between taking pulls of Vodka in a room full of crying girls, shotgunning beers in the middle of the afternoon, and listening to Jami Redding sing "Peanut butter jelly time" at the top of her lungs at 3 in the morning while eating spoonfuls of cold Mac N Cheese, you might have guessed it was 2006. I haven't seen as many people passed out on couches as I saw at Kari's house since the days of West O. It almost brought a tear to my eye. So thank you, America, for allowing a bunch old college friends to gather for a long weekend to forget how boring our lives our post 17th street/O street/the bar/Schmeegs/everything else that made those 4 years pretty great. And acceptable of binge drinking. But really, I'm just glad I made it out of Fremont without having to watch that damn VHS Kari owns of the Girls Districts 2004 Norfolk vs Fremont. Although, I bet it doesn't work anymore considering she probably watches it every night.