Friday, June 30, 2006

I had a firecracker waiting to blow.

And so the gluttony begins... Pigged out on Greek food last night out in Astoria, and it’s off to Fire Island today for what will no doubt be two full days of drinking, eating, and general excess. (Wish I weren’t still sunburned from two weekends ago, but what can you do.)

Sunday evening will find me pigging out at Nobu, and then heading down to hang with my family for a couple of days. Now under normal circumstances, time with my family is a gorgefest. Couple that with a Fourth of July bash, and well, all bets are most certainly off. I just hope that this year I can keep from getting totally trashed and (good-naturedly) cursing out every member of my immediate and extended family and all of my parents’ neighbors. Apparently, when I get trashed on a sweltering summer day after going for a long run in the blazing summer sun, I think cursing is fucking hysterical. Huh.

Because this is what American Independence means: the freedom to be gluttonous, slothful, and to further increase the already astounding obesity rate within our fiercely patrolled borders.

Happy freedom day, fuckers.

2 Comments:

Blogger PG said...

Happy Fourth, firecracker.
For forth and flip someone off.
It's American.

But be safe. ;)

1:39 PM  
Blogger Limecrete said...

Oooh, maybe Americans are becoming obese so that they can take up more space, and thus keep more of those dirty foreigners out. Genius.

You can tell how patriotic I feel this year.

1:38 AM  

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