April 8, 2004
I hackey-sacked today. A guy in the group hacked while holding nunchucks, a throwing star and a beer. In the end, the weapons became too cumbersome. We built a large fire as the burning bans were in effect starting today. One-handed, drinking P-I-G was fun until it became more laborious than amusing. From Guinness to Keystone Light, none of the beers stood a chance. It was insightful, yet mindless. I felt invigorated, yet due for a brutal hangover. Not a chick in sight. Three existentialists, well one and two guys who didn't know they were existentialists. Three stoned, drunken fools.