Sunday, June 19, 2011
fitting and proper...
Appropriately enough, we were surrounded
by black clouds all weekend.
Except for the mornings, there was almost constant rain, thunder and lightning.
Even tornado warnings.
I chose to stay inside all weekend.
Picked up a six-pack of Corona on my way
to the motel Friday. Drank three. Got drunk.
Saturday, got drunk on the remaining three
and had pizza delivered.
My toes never touched sand.
Took over one hundred photos from the balcony.
I'm better now. Life goes on.