Lake George is beautiful. I know this because I just used The Google to search for this image of the the picturesque lake.
The Lake George that I saw however, the fleeting glimpses between the trees and the drunken haze of this past weekend looked nothing like this.
I thought that it would. I packed a beach towel, swim trunks and sun screen. What I found however was beer for breakfast, a Buddabrew© and a guy who managed to simultaneously puke and piss to help two women complete their scavanger hunt.
I honestly did not know that my body could digest that much alcohol.
I was once again reminded why I would never, ever put my life in the hands of my college roommates. I love them for what they are, which is awesome but unreliable.
My brain has been in a sort of fog for four days as I try to recover. I somehow convinced myself, while in this alcohol induced fog, that getting last minute tickets to Dave Matthews today was a good idea. I literally decided I wanted to go less than 24 hrs ago. I am feeling a bit reckless I think.