Five more days till happiness.

This past weekend was spent down the shizzore, but none of which was at the beach or boardwalk. Saturday night, we attended a minor league baseball game for the sake of my uncle's club. The game was ok and the stadium was beautiful, but the food was atrocious. How can you screw up a hot dog and Italian ice?

Day 2 was intended for the boardwalk/beach, but we could not get to that area because there was a line of cars backed up to the parkway practically. So we did an about face and headed back to our retreat area, where we ended up hitching a ride with my bro and sis-in-law to a crafty place we call Blackbeard's Cove. Yarr. It had mini golf, archery, batting cages, etc. It had a pirate's theme, keeping up with our viewing of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie on Friday nite.

Yesterday was pretty much be a slug day, but I did bowflex, run, and make a cd. The night was capped off by visiting former co-workers and friends John, Brandon, and Kate. It was nice talking to them, and I'm glad to see they're having a blast since leaving a certain working hell. (It sounds like "Damn Hoody" and it's a place where cds are sold). I think I handled that pretty well, and escaped any copyright infringement.