Memorial Day

Three cases of Corona + one bottle of Goldschlager + one bottle of Southern Comfort + two cases of Sam Adams + plastic cups + a sunny Sunday afternoon = lots of drunk people trying to play flip cups. Wow...I was wasted. Good times though, met some new folks, drank their beer, learned a new drinkin game, and got sunburned. I'd call it a successful day.

Too bad I had to work today. That sucked. Woke up at 4 AM on the Shelor's couch, didn't get up. At 5, a still drunk Jason walks out and says good morning...yeah he drank more than anyone, then passed out under the coffee table...why? Finally I got up at 630 and drove into work. Who needs a shower? Not this girl. So my stinky ass got dressed and went to Arlington National Cemetary where I held a giant flag and watched the President walk by me. Woohoo! Rumsfeld said good morning to me - so ha. I felt like crap throughout the entire job, and I just so happened to be one of two lucky Airmen who stood closest to the crowd...so I had to stand really tight. It was all I could do to not puke or pass out.