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· Wearing the fireman's hat into the liquor store, and subsequently all weekend. Strangely enough, no one said anything.
· pearl yellow and yellow x2. "Holy shit, is that the same car?"
· "I kind of want to live... Then you got into the wrong fucking
car."
· "He went doosh!"
· Two and a half hours of Mitch and Dane.
· "Caitlyn said she'll be here to pick us up any minute. Dude, we should get drunk before she gets here."
· Answering the door when Jenn knocked: "No one sees the Wizard. Not no one, not no how!"
· "Jenn, can I go for a ride on your vibrating bed? I promise I'll ring out the sheets when I'm done."
· Breaking the world record for most gay jokes told in a single weekend.
· Atit bench pressing me... again.
· Me beating Atit in arm wrestling. "You were beaten by this!?!?" [flexes bubble, I mean, arm muscle].
· "I just blunk. No, wait, that's not the word."
· Making up for over a month of not drinking, and subsequently experiencing the third hangover in my entire life.
· "Chris isn't mobile."
· Going to Applebee's and having everyone in the restaurant stare at my fireman's hat
· Extreme bowling. "If that doesn't get you pussy, nothing will."
· Going camping on Assateague with a fucking screen tent, and thoroughly proving that we have the survival instincts of a lemming.
· Setting up the screen tent... while Brian watched.
· "Can I take my car on the beach? I have traction control!"
· Walking along the beach. "Hey let's go hang out with that group. No, they look like a cult. Let's go hang out with that one instead."
· Fiddler crabs.
· Seeing more horses than people.
· "I've been drunk or high every day since we broke up. I need to get out of my mind to deal with it. We were together for two and a half months." Somehow, that makes any of our addictions seem trivial.
· The deer trying to charge me as I collected fire wood... and Brian watched.
· "Fucking Brian's coming."
· Discovering that the best hot dogs in the world are the ones that are cooked over an open flame and turned with a stick.
· The termite-filled log.
· Discovering that potato chips burn better than wood.
· "Maybe if my tolerance was half as low as yours I'd have drank enough to think you were hot."
· Lying back on a picnic table and staring at the stars.
· Atit spilling the last of my Bacardi. "Well, I guess I no longer have any reason to stay up. Goodnight."
· Waking up every half hour to tie the screen tent back to the ground.
· Caitlyn and I tearing down the tent in the middle of the night in less than a minute as if in some sort of fast-motion montage in an 80's
sitcom... while Brian watched.
· "I think that deer came over at ate the last of the Doritos last night."
· "I think I have a thorn in my ass cheek."
· Packing up to go home... while Brian watched.
· Seeing what Grant would look like as a self-conscious gay man in ten years... twice.
· Fake kisses on the head... I think I may have started a new trend.
· "Mother trucker!!!"
· "Mmm, Atit... this chicken parmesan is so good."
· Delays on the trip home that can be blamed entirely on Atit and were in no way my fault.
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