That's how I lived for nine-ish days. I thought bullshit weather was reserved for Michigan.
I rowed a single for the first time, and not just any single; I sculled the Dave George. By the the end of the week - switched to port - I got the attaboy to end all attaboys from Coach. He even went in for the jump-hug today when we parted ways. GV babes were babes. 20+ hour road trips were tolerated with naughty stories, a screening of the live-action TMNT, and Ben Thompson's Badass and reading Paul Mooney's Black Is the New White cover-to-cover. Apparently, Mooney coined the expression, "Nigger, please." I also participated in an actual spandex/nothing-clad friend pile.
Do you remember in South Park, how there was this super low audible note that could make people shit themselves? Nikola Tesla discovered that note for the earth. When he publicized the finding, no one asked him to prove it.
Someone asked me if I had a girlfriend the other day and I had to think on it for a moment. It was weird at first, and then I became giddy and bit my bottom lip. That's cryptic, but that's all.
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