Sunday, August 8, 2010 (220/585)
Day after my brother's wedding:
Found in the morning lying next to the refrigerator.
Beach.
Help put things away. Take a swan dive into a sea of folding chairs that were still set up for the wedding from the night before. Why? Because I thought it would be funny. It was.
Go into town to pick up 8 pizzas with no shoes, and wearing my groomsman shirt, open. Got scolded by the clerk. Townie.
Drank with the wedding party until midnight, talking and eating pizza.
Hung out with this chick, drinking on her deck overlooking Lake Michigan from midnight to 6 A.M.
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