The cabin trip was somewhat of a success. I was really pissed when I found out the Flames lost the cup when I called Quade, and I have many a bug bite and sunburn up the ass. But I do agree with Cody, what happens at the cabin stays at the cabin. Or at least the details. All I can say is "Nightswimming" by R.E.M sums up most of the attitude, except it's not fall and it didn't deserve a quiet night. The highlight was probably "This ones for the Monkees" (definently a song NOT sung blue) or Christian revealing, as Curly in City Slickers said, the one thing. Team 2002 Grand Am also won the amazing race over Team 1996 Cutlass, so the holiday ended on a positive note.
Work today was a blur of crazay. The DM came in and made me do a freaking coffee tasting for her and my manager, and I spilled hot Arabian Mocha Java all over her checklist. Thank god that I got to work with the fun crew for the whole evening. The funniest part was that one of the new hires, who I was training in, had her father come in for a second and I looked over and saw that her poppa was in fact my 8th Grade math teacher. One of the worst years of anyone's life is the 14th one, and seeing a face that I hoped never to see again made me a bit freaked the fuck out. Thoughts of "Swallowed" by Bush and sneaking porn in Andrew Cooklocks basement came back in a flood. The only way I could have been more freaked out and nauseous would have been if I heard "niner" or saw Ms. Drury on KSTP claiming she saved lives.
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