My Perfect Weekend

It's July 1st and for the first time since we moved down here, our house is full. There are currently seven other people staying in our two bedroom apartment. There are air mattresses, pillows, duffel bags, cell phones and keys EVERYWHERE.

There is also a SHITLOAD of beer of various names. There is a huge bottle of Jack Daniels, SKYY Vodka, Captain Morgan and various others.

We have a chocolate cake in the shape of boobs.

We have four more days of total drunken debauchery and fun.

My brother, his girlfriend and his best friend (from Pennsylvania) are in from Myrtle Beach. Our friends Casey, Emmons and Spaz are in from Pennsylvania. Josh is in from Georgia (but he is really Pennsylvanian). The Yankees have descended upon the South again.

Dixie beware!

I love that our friends were willing to drive twelve hours through the night to see us, through country roads and hellish DC traffic.

I love that our friends will be staying until Wednesday.

I love that we have some familiar faces around. If only they could stay, it would perfect.

Alas, it will be, if only for this weekend.