that was easily the best quotable of the weekend… i would’ve giggled endlessly at damn near anything.

friday lent itself to a lightweight working-class hangover, which followed a handful of 10%+ hoppy and/or malty delicasies the night prior, with uncle t and ranger at the capital ale house on the south side.

the element leading up to the scenario at hand were like this….

• a bit of work had to be done before the long holiday weekend kicked off for the rest of the country (mine was already underway)
• no beer in sight
• free wifi
• fried chicken sandwiches, coffee flavored ice cream, free soda refills
• leather seating
• mad high-def flat panel tvs
• kaylee’s 50 dollar gluten-free birthday cake needed to be picked up (drug deal style), the shady corner happened to be located in the next building over

at some point the phone rang and i heard travis answer a question (presumably someone asking “what are you doing?”) like this shit..

i’m in richmond, working at arby’s…

awesome. where else would you find drza in such condition?

saturday was fam day, good shit. baby-wrangling, college football (greenvillle reprezentz etc.), mad naps. killface vs. awesome x, usb telescope, nike vs. adidas.

sunday, early golf. smashed iphone.

arby’s day takes the cake. boy do i love some fried chicken with a quality ale hangover.