No better way to spend a 4 day weekend in the summer than drinking a margarita on the porch of some place called “Captain Smelly Balls Nasty Crab Bucket Shack” while listening to a terrible ZZ Tops cover band.
This is like the one good element of American Culture and it should be preserved.
Sorry the winter is getting to me a little.
You just reminded me of the time my senior year of high school when I rode a ski lift with some middle-aged ski bum and he encouraged me (and I think he was serious, I don’t think this was a joke) to get my parents to just give me the money they were going to spend on my college so that I too could become a ski bum. That guy was funny. You meet such weirdos on ski lifts