FRIDAYS FINAL THOUGHTS
It's the weekend of the 4th of July.
Twelve years ago this weekend is when I met the person that would change my life forever.
Five of us got drunk on a Thursday night. It was at that point we decided that we were going on a road trip. To where we were not sure. Then it hit us.
That next morning the five of went to work and told our boss that we were going somewhere and he said he would give us money and lets us leave right then if we would do one thing for him.
Take Phil with us.
So after driving from Houston to Panama City Beach, Fl. we landed and began the weekend of the 4th in style.
First place we hit was.
It was at this bar that I met T. T was with her friends from Ga.
We were both drunk.
She thought I was gay.
We walked on the beach.
We looked for lost flip flops.
We slept on the beach.
Got woke up by hotel sprinklers.
She beat on my hotel door like she was a cop.
Scared us guys.
We spent another night together.
On a cold tile hotel room floor.
Listened to drunk dudes fart.
Stole pillows and blankets from drunk farting dudes.
I gave her my toll free work number.
We said our goodbyes.
The rest is history.
Is the 4th of July special to you? Why? Maybe this is your year to make a special memory. Enjoy it.
Kiss the Baby