I’m coming.
I just bought my
non-refundable tickets, so I'm committed. Or I should be committed. So there better be somebody there holding a little sign reading ‘
Gamaliel’ in the airport.
Delta 2328 arriving 1:15 pm Friday
Delta 2291 departing 7:10 pm Sunday
I’ve overcome the inherent geekiness of flying cross country from
Florida for a party, because I’ll be working all summer and I need some getaway time. All the chatterbox harassment has convinced me. It’s time for some irresponsible fun.
Some disclaimers:
I’m not as cool or impressive in real life as I am on e2. *snicker*
I’m an obnoxiously friendly drunk who can’t hold his liquor like his not so illustrious Irish ancestors.
Hell, maybe I’m just obnoxious.
I really hate people who don’t know how to use an apostrophe.
Hell, I’m just a dick.
What I will bring:
Wit and personality.
A sleeping bag, if necessary.
My appetite.
What I won’t bring:
Wit and personality.
My gun.
Liquor across state lines.
Sea shells or pecan logs.
And don’t ask me for any fucking chad.
My demands:
Beer.
Beer.
Beer.
Beer.