I'm making a run for it.
I'm picking up one hottie at the airport tonight (
I'm hoping to eventually get some sleep, but I'm not exactly counting on it. Given the slumber party
Yes, I'm getting away. I'm going somewhere that there are clean things like mud and music and mead. Friendship and fellowship and flirting. These are things that must be taken seriously, you know. They're some of the most important things in life.
There is Captian Morgan's rum and Highland Park whisky and Smirnoff twisted sour apple and Guinness and Killians beer packed. The beer is free for the taking, as I don't drink it, and I expect to take none home. Oh, and mead, though I should warn people that the best mead may get accidentally opened tonight:
I'm looking forward to meeting people, like
Summerland is the best festival in Ohio. I've always thought so.
Come join me. Once you're there, you can't imagine a better use of your time.
Escape. Get away. Have fun for a change!
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