on paper (or this reasonable approximation i’m writing on now), you might say this weekend was your generic holiday weekend. a group of guys on a small road trip to san francisco to see our two friends who live up there. we arrived friday night, had some beers and played halo. we woke up saturday, got burritos for lunch and played ping pong until our college football came on. then we barbequed and went out for drinks that night. totally standard.

but with this group it’s always so much more fun than it sounds, because these are easily my very favorite people in the world. we’re laughing and talking shit the whole time, and usually also at least partially drunk. and then there are always the little details that make it more noteworthy, like ted throwing up over a third floor balcony, josh shattering a glass table during a vigorous ping pong game, dan proving a miraculous talent for talking to girls whenever in the bounds of SF for some reason, people passing out in embarrassing positions, or the dangerous air quality resulting from that many guys crashing in a confined space.

so that was good. and even better, i came back exhausted to a nice laid back evening at the neighborhood bar with jessica, and a small easygoing barbeque monday with a few games of beer pong all of which i was on the winning side, including a one-on-one showdown with my trusty teammate/girlfriend, which i managed to pull out at the last minute for a fortunate maintaining of my manhood. cap it off with some good old deadwood on the big new tv and you got yourself one hell of a weekend.

now if only all that party-related exhaustion hadn’t given me this stupid head cold. my eyeballs hurt.