I feel like Tiger Woods right now... embarrassed and at a loss for words. I promised you blog readers the world, and I came up short.... very short. I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, and I understand if you won't forgive me, but please take comfort in the fact that its not you.....its me.
I hope you found my apology sincere, and if you didn't... go fuck yourself, this blog shit takes too much damn time. Once again, a lot has transpired since Syracuse got bounced out of the tournament. Dan turned 27, Mark met a girl at a bar who concealed an egg in her bra, Phil decided on Hotlanta, and according to facebook, Gronske is now in a relationship (go figure). 307 upgraded itself as the new roommate apparently makes freshly squeezed orange juice every morning after passing out the night before with his bedroom light and shoes still on. The weather has changed as well, its been beautiful over the past couple of weeks, and we even got a chance to play some golf this past weekend. Dan knocked in a two foot putt to ensure a victory, and a free Fortissimo dinner for him and I as we defeated Mark and Bob in a round of golf. Other than that, everything else is still the same.
As for me, I'm getting ready to head off to Oakland County, Michigan in a couple of weeks, and before I go I think we should all get together and share a few libations. This weekend wouldn't be a bad idea to get together as it Shell Belle's birfday party, and shes bringing friends from all over the contiguous United States.
Anyhow, I just wanted to let you all know I still love you, and despite what you think, the blog is still alive in well. I'll be updating soon, peace
P.S. In case you were wondering, stale bread can be used for Bread Pudding...reason enough to never eat bread pudding
