Ya, had my folks pop up to Boston for the weekend, which was pretty cool. They missed me so much they bought me furniture! (Okay, it was probably the fact that I hadn’t bothered to buy a bed yet, and was crashing out on a mattress I got from a guy at work.) And generally spoiled my ass rotten all weekend. We went all through the historic sites of Boston, walked the Freedom Trail and even introduced the folks to the joys of public transportation (icky, icky, icky…) Good stuff, all in all. Even saw the puts-himself-through-a-tennis-racquet dude performing, and picked out my tombstone.
QOTD: THINGS TO DO IN A PUBLIC DORM SHOWER #31
Scream out that your washcloth is attacking you, then fall to the floor and cover your face with it. Lie there for 2 hours. Three days later, have a little washcloth pop out of your stomach and terrorise the school.