Mom Gets Angry

Day: 114

So I received a very formal e-mail from my mother today telling me that to her it looks like all I have been up to is drinking and partying. She wanted me to get back on the ball with my picture taking and explained to me that no one in the world wants to read about the type of excess that I have been partaking in. She’s probably right, but I still had to call her and let her know that I haven’t let up on any of my goals for the future I was just participating in a time honored American Road-Trip complete with rules and guidelines that if broken I would be shunned from my place in the male species. The celebration is a celebration of the vast stretches of highway that connect this country from barren deserts of Arizona to the humid beaches of Daytona that are covered partially in white trash. Every male in their mid-twenties should take a trip like this, It may irreversibly damage your liver, but living for five weeks on the road with three other guys of roughly the same age lets you get a peak at the American male in a state of pure degeneration. It’s spectacular to behold.

After the last four days hitting it hard we couldn’t manage another day of anything but relaxation. We sat around our rented house watching DVD’s, Going Go-Kart riding again, finding a Pizza Hut for lunch, saying goodbye to Aaron’s cousin Becky (who had spent the weekend with us), we tried to motivate ourselves to do something else, but it just ended up falling asleep in various states of disrepair throughout the house. Chad and I woke up around 7:30 or so, took a short walk around the beach then went back to the house to get the other guys to at least go to the movies with us to see Pirates of the Caribbean. After the movie the bar next door was having a Sunday night special of $2 you-call-it’s, but we just couldn’t hang. We head home for an early night.