Weekends like the one we just experienced don't happen too often. We are lucky that no one is in the hospital, and everyone had a good time. A shitshow of this proportion will become mythical in time. Stories will become embellished. Conquests exaggerated. Bowling scores inflated. One thing is for certain; if we continue trying to top ourselves, someone will go down, (and not because they were on the receiving end of a Culkin). Since I'm pressed for time, this weekend must be recapped in series of Haikus.

Friday:

Marry me Morningwood loves sexy time.
Wrens' fans hate my friends

Happy birthday Beach.
Tequila in the back left.
I pulled a Belin.

Saturday:

We love barbeques.
Lucy learns to mold the meat.
Our hamburgers rocked.

Brooklyn isn't that far.
Bowling leagues are for pussys.
Drunk bowling is tops.

Must learn my limit.
Obligatory 2A.
Builder's comfy bed.

Sunday:

Cracked out brunch session.
Tooling around with Baldass.
Preserving our strength.

Starting on the deck.
Joe, Adam and Noah killed.
DJ Jay Good Times.

Perry turns bunny.
Heroic Tequila shots.
Wasted party peps.

Clap Your Hands was great.
Apollo Sunshine got dirty.
The National rocked.

So many mosh pits.
Peelander Z is crazy.
Get out of my house.

Monday:

Brunch take-two plus Hawk.
I finally did some work.
Curry is my bitch.

Yo! MTV Raps.