Happy Festivus to one and all. From the family here at Plastic Coffee Cups, and from another family in San Francisco, we wish you and yours all the best in the Airing of Grievances and Feats of Strength.
Back on the east coast. Huzzah. Aspen was like a year of college in a week. It was so epic that one of my co-workers told me today (I got back on Saturday night) that I looked like I "rolled out of a cardboard box."
Highlights:
--A 6'6" man doing the best version of "The Gambler" I've ever heard during karaoke at a place called Texas Red's BBQ, where they serve shots out of plastic hot sauce cups.
--My roommate insisting that his phone was actually a door key on the night before we had to leave, and never actually giving me a key to get back in. This was after attending 3 "Get Rid Of Our Booze" parties.
--Getting another successful run out of my mullet wig.
--Seeing many staff directors at the MASSPIRG College Party, including the chairman of the whole movement, standing right next to the beer pong table.
--Wild game meatloaf. Mmmm.
--Annnnd this picture of David Lee Roth.
Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talkin about a little place called Asssspen...
I'm on my way!!
I don't really know how to say this, but, uh, well....
Ok ok ok, this is the last Clay post, I swear. For now.
In other news,
the Pope is being praised for praying. Yea, I fucking hope I get a news story written about me doing SHIT I ALREADY DO BECAUSE IT'S MY FUCKING JOB.
[[EDIT: Due to my complete lack of research or caring about anything but "screaming" by using all caps, I may have said some things that I now believe to be retarded. But that alleged lie you allegedly heard me saying? Moments ago? That's just a parasite that lives in my neck.]]
