Hey little thing let me light your candle ‘cuz momma you know i’m sure hard to handle now Gets around

::passing a field of cranes for rental::
“raise your hand if you’re a crane..”

80 year old woman drinking on the boat:
“get it started! yeah!”

“hey your door is open. and you’re hot.” “i’ve got stickers.. wanna makeout?” “go hokies!” “you’re the worst fiancee EVER!” “this is shane.. your cruise director..” “backwoods cousin chip” “he was hetero four minutes ago when i left him by the pool..” “my name is ashwin and i’m from india”

many things. i’ve survived my last undergrad spring break. my bank account wasn’t so lucky, but that’s neither here nor there. here’s a quick play-by-play of brad and cara’s week-long honeymoon: drive to charleston, ride bikes along the battery, eat delicious charleston food with entire demeter family, play in charleston, watch davidson beat CofC from a bar in charleston, drive to da momma’s high school beach to catch our cruise ship, watch REAL college kids put my every badassery to shame for 4 days in the bahamas, eat seven square meals a day and play with towel animals, great talks great food and great bad lounge singers… dead car batteries, wrong turns, detours, rainstorms, and double-lined plastic “tummyache” bags, and 14 hours straight with my bradford in the car.

now for davidson basketball!! we’re seated 13–to play #4 Maryland (the maryland collegiate ninja turtles) in buffalo, NY. so.  that decided it for me. we were planning on roadtripping to follow the team so long as it was car-trippable distance, but i think NY might just be pushing that driving line.

i may be employed.  i may be employed in the davidson area.  i may not. i may seriously irritate papa veto after i’m done bugging him about openings at trinity.  i may pack my things and follow irma and the moore fam (and half of my graduating class) to DC.  i may crawl home and join the little girl and brother bear on the couch for a summer or two.

i’ll end this with a shoutout to the ladies of b304 (played to the tune of “there’s some hoes in this house”): confessional booths, towel hooks, sponges, clorox wipes, and day 33 of silently cursing rachel veto’s towel for a crime it never committed.

mwah,

booboo”still learning my 10 lines”doo

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