The children get their choice of ice cream: vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, and people.
What was that last one?
On day 2 of the IFC Presidents’ Retreat at Stokes State Forest, Brendan and I decide to go for a run.
A 10 mile run.
But since all we could do was guestimate, the run turned into this 13.83-mile behemoth. We ran approximately 8:06-minute miles…I don’t know what that compares to but it’s way faster than I thought I could go.
I just thought of a sweet little social experiment in the shower. SINCE you can text updates and pictures from your cell phone to your tumblr, I thought I’d try setting up a tumbl designed precisely for drunk texting.
The first test will be from tonight until thursday, camping with some old brosephs in PA. The last time I drank out there with friends, we kept a list of hilarious stuff that barely made sense the next morning. From now on, future lists can be digitally savored on the new…
Let’s all hope I don’t embarrass myself. And let’s also keep in mind, for the sake of my reputation, that I won’t be the only one drunk texting.