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3:59 p.m. - 2003-08-08
I'm back from my weeklong marketing college excursion. Remember when I said something like "I'm dreading going to this stinking craphole of an excuse for a marketing college" or words to that effect? Did I ever mention that? It's been so long since I wrote in here, I forgot if I told you guys how much I was dreading it. Anyway, I was dreading it. And not just the shower situation either. But ya know what? I had the absolute best time I've had in years, babe. YEARS. Don't have time to go into all the details since I had two and a half hours of sleep last night after drinking 15 beers in a karaoke bar and singing my lungs out. Yeah. So anyway, it was a week of zero responsibilities other than show up for class at 8 a.m. Everyone acted like college students. There were six women for every guy there. I f'n LOVE this industry based on that fact alone. A dweeb like myself can look like a stud in situations such as these. Every single night, I went out on the town with at least three women and a total of 10 on Wednesday night. All of them drop dead gorgeous. And sadly ... all of them as happily married as myself. But man oh man...if I was ten years younger and single... ...and handsome ... ...and in good shape ... ...and had a somewhat decent personality that didn't border on psychotic ... There could have been some beautiful music made up in the mountains of Georgia. Yessirree Bobbo. I hated leaving campus today. HATED IT. I guess it's been 20 years or so since I got tanked every night with tables full of beautiful, interesting and fun women. But hey ... I'm home now. I'm back to a world of responsibilities. I'm a married man with a beautiful son. Life is good. Right? Right? Somebody please tell me I'm right. (P.S. They had shower stalls ... not a community shower room, so I've still got my butt cherry in case you were wondering.)
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