(guys. i'm working on getting a job. lay off.)

tomorrow i'm going to a family reunion. ours is exactly the cliché family reunion: sitting around in the ridiculous humidity on rickety plastic lawn chairs from the late 80s, staring at each other over the kiddie pool while waiting for someone to bring us a goddamn hot dog.

i like my family, don't get me wrong. i'm just not a fan of forced gatherings where it's a "so tell me all about you (but not so much that i actually have to listen)" kind of situation for four days.

so kiddies, i bid you adieu. i'll come back sunday with a perfect farmers' tan and a desire to binge drink. be prepared, duluthians. i miss you already.

ps: someone yelled "FREEBIRD!" at us monday night while we were playing guitar on sarah's balcony. that was the greatest thing ever.