I'm really getting sick of this rat race garbage. It's bad enough that my boss has been riding my tail all friggin week, but I-95 just had to be clogged today too. Took me forever just to get over the damn Whitestone.
Whatever. I'm here. Now, mind you, I would have much rather been up here LAST weekend to watch the Yanks kick the stuffing out of the Red Sox, but this is better than nothing. It's certainly better than having to listen to my idiot boss screeching at me at the top of his lungs. I hate taking orders from that little scumbag. It'll be nice to not have to listen to that little bitch whining at me for the next week or so.
But if there's one thing that is on par with watching baseball, it's beer. Augustfest was awesome last year, and it's going to be insane this year. I'm almost ashamed to say that I didn't finish the Around the World In 80 Beers contest last year, but this year, I'm going to TOTALLY conquer South Africa. Break out the hangover pills, I'm going to be wasted for a good long time.
And unlike last year where I was almost kicked out of that stuck up Marriott, this time I've got a reservation at this awesome, cozy little place in Old Orchard Beach, and pretty much everyone here is around for the same thing - getting beer and getting blasted. I'm sure some of these guys are going to be trotting the ladies home with them. As for me, it's almost a done deal. I'm sure there's going to be a sweet little thing tailing me home on the first day, just like last year.
Time's a wastin, it's time to get out and get sloshed!