Whoot Whoot! Happy Birthday America!

So the great republic, for which it stands, has reached the ripe old age of 229 years. The tumultuous history, beset with overthrowing English tyranny, the the horrors and glories of Manifest Destiny, the the current war on terrorism and Iraq--it's nice to just watch the fireworks with friends.

So Gary and I bought wine at the local packie and walked into the woods and had a wine drinking picnic. It was so strange, because as we were drinking in the woods, people rode bicycles or walked past us, giving us odd looks. As if we were the peculiar ones boozing in the woods! At any rate, we became very, very drunk. I had mentioned to Gary the results of my HIV test, which I took to make sure I had not succumbed after sleeping with the Southwest bicycle where everyone gets a ride. I had two, but still was negative, thank the Lord. I only practise safe sex now! At any rate, he gave me grief, but I know someone is not as innocent as he leads on. I'm sure his horny side will reveal its ugly face later on, but for now, the best we could do is argue as we always do and throw grass at each other.

We met up with Faith and her friends, who proceeded to give us shots of rum and whiskey and vodka. We were supposed to meet our other friends at this mysterious baseball field, but this was not found. Too drunk! And no work tomorrow, gotta love federal holidays.