Afterglow 2008 - Day 3 Monday

Brian has some of the wildest hair in the world. It's a wonder that more chicks don't go ga-ga over it. Maybe they do and I'm just not around to see it. Yeah, that's gotta be it because if you are female, how can you resist that mop of hair? The only that sucked was that he neglected to care for it and clean it thoroughly with hair product, and it started get greasy and firm. Brian should know that with great hair comes great responsibility. That's rule #1 in the Sweet Hair for Men book. I just wish he had the decency to pick up a book and learn those rules.

Home

As soon as the curtains are opened in the living room, the cousins know that it is ok to come over because it means that I am awake. I'm usually the first one up in our cabin, but that usually happens because I sleep in the common area. Kevin stays across the way in cabin #1, so when the curtains parted, he marched over to shout "that's too much!" at Drew Carey during the Price is Right.

The kids finally left off in search of someone else's trash that they believed to be treasure, and my day and attitude instantly improved. I sprung from the coach, grabbed some juice, and made the most kickass sandwich in the whole world. I don't remember exactly what was on it, but it had to have at least 3 meats, some cheese, lettuce, mayo and mustard. It wouldn't be kickass if it didn't have those.

I was rudely interrupted in the morning by a bunch of young kids rooting through our cabin. I knew that Monday morning meant the Scavenger Hunt, but my hungover body and mind wasn't prepared for it. I would rather listen to "Yah Mo Be There" by Michael McDonald for 8 hours than to hear the screeching voices of this little kids asking me if I had miscellaneous items such as popsicle sticks and a coupon for $0.80 cents. I can' believe that I used to think that this crap used to be fun when I was little. Jut goes to show you how stupid kids are because they get a kick out of collecting random junk. If I wanted to collect random junk then I'd just go to one of the many houses where my Dad stores all of the crap that he can't keep at whatever place he's staying this month. I don't need to scurry from cabin to cabin to pick up the pieces. I'm perfectly content with sleeping off my hangover on the coach, but these kids took that away from me. Those baby jerks.