Back in mighty Tucson, AZ. It continues to be excessively warm here. Also, the processor in my laptop is melting the contact for my 'i' key. So all 'i's were typed twice. Its amazingly aggravating.

New Band: Badly Drawn Boy. A coworker sent me a couple of their songs. I can't stop listening. Good stuff. I would like to heartily recomend an album, but I have only 3 tracks. Maybe someone can recommend an album to me.

Weekend of the fourth, just the facts:
-over 50 beers consumed by your faithful protagonist
-1 intense sunburn on my shoulders. It consistently feels as if it is going to crack open and spew forth with something or other.
-1 excessively long nap in the beach on sunday.
-8-12 sets of boobs were spotted in the free on a trampoline on the beach
-1 Seattle girl shut me down in the ocean
-1.5 hours spent in a state I would call drunk
-1 protagonist amazed by the previous fact. Hell, I hit that number on a good lunch break
-12 hours of video games were played

I look back on the numbers and they don't begin to convey the fun of fourth of July on the beach. No, it was nothing like what our founding fathers would have expected would be happening on the most nervous day of their lives; but I think they'd be pumped that we were drinking and being crazy and having fun and celebrating on their day.

Yeup, that's my justification for getting my drink on, what's yours?

Dag, I got nothing else to say. I kinda figured this was going to be a traditional, "Pat has a crazy weekend, then relives his glories to the crowd" post, but the weekend just blended into one long, slightly boozy good time. Maybe I'll remember some specific stories later.

I bought a harmonica last night. Soon, I will be quiting my job and will be playing harmonica on a street corner near you. And I will use my frequent flier miles to get to all of you as well.
- posted by Pat @ 2:45 PM