It was a very good weekend. Many beers consumed, much fun had. I got in some shirtless park tanner, spotted the Yeti, crashed other teams, mustache ride, Johnny Hickman, trail of tears. Really great company. If Phillip isn't the coolest guy in the world, he's atleast in the conversation.
But man, the pendulum has sure swung the other way now. After a fun weekend, the morose of Sunday evening is always magnified. That's some pit of the stomach depression. I theorize I've had about 75% of the fun I'm ever going to have. No one has fun in their 30s. How many more weekends can I possibly like this past one? I don't want to go all dust in the wind on you, but its a sad thing. The sand in the hourglass is coming down fast.
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