Good question. I think it was prom weekend in high school. Drinking heavily as a child and being totally unsupervised had its perks. We were down in Seaside Heights where the worst thing I could have done didn't even crack the top 100 of what happens daily during the summer in that town. Highlights included stealing stuffed bananas from skill games stands on the boardwalk, heckling every single female that passed our balcony, and generally reigning pure chaos for three full days with no sleep.
I've had plenty of fun/crazy nights since, but that weekend was the last weekend where literally NOTHING mattered. I had no job, no girlfriend, no responsibilities. Awesome feeling.
What seemingly easy thing an you just not get right?
__________________
LastFM
SUPREME POO BAH MODERATOR EXTRAORDINAIRE
|