Memorial Day weekend has arrived, and with it comes... what, exactly? Summer's technically a month away. Prom and graduation no longer have any real significance. MoMA employees don't get summer hours. So really it's just a three day weekend diring which we're all supposed to be remembering... something.
Whatever. I'm going fishing in the Catskill mountains. Here's the plan: Beer, beer, fishing, poker, nap, hot dog, read, beer, whiskey, nap, fishing, beer, poker, whiskey, nap, bacon, beer. Rinse and repeat.
Have a great weekend.
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