I took a spur of the moment trip to Duluth yesterday. My friend TJ was like "Hey, I'm off till Thursday" and I was like "Yeah, me too" and he was like "Well, let's go to Duluth" and I was like "Yeah, okay."
Duluth is where I went to college, and it's where most of my friends still live. It's about an hour and half drive from where I live now, so it's close enough where I can go visit my friends, which is cool.
Anyway, I was under the impression that we'd be crashing down there somewhere, so I packed a bag of clothes and what not. We went and ate and had a few beers and went bowling and had a few beers and went back to Pete's house and had a few beers and then went and played a few games of pool and had a few beers and then went to the bar and had a few more beers. I'm feeling pretty good at this time, as all the beer drinking was spread out over, say, 7 hours, but I'd really rahter not drive an hour and a half at 3:00 am in the dark. TJ hadn't packed any clothes, so he wanted to go home, and said he'd drive my car back. So we leave Pete's house at around 3:00 am and get to the edge of town around 3:15. TJ recently blew out his knee carrying some stiff out of his bar (he's a bartender). He was under the impression that my car had cruise control. It does not. So, we pulled into a gas station and I ended up driving all the way back to Cook, when I was prepared and he wasn't. It wasn't too bad, though, we had interetsting talks about how much the world sucks and stuff.
It was still too bad, though, cause I wanted to go out to breakfast with on of my friends. Also, today is one of my other friend's (Megan's) 21st birthday, and I feel I should be in town for that. But I'm not driving all the way back down there for that. Guess that makes me an asshole.