What Kind of Wack Job Am I?
Yeah, you guessed it. I'm at a three-day conference at the Boca Raton Resort and Club, home of Irv and Saul and the early bird special at Luby's before a rousing game of backgammon, a suspenseful episode of Matlock and the sweet sleep of pre-death as the Weather Channel drones on with the sleep timer of the television. Sounds perfect for me, doesn't it?
Yet I chose to leave this 5 star resort to drive an hour south to an oyster/sports bar in a Best Western so I could meet two old friends and watch Florida kick that Buckeye ass in the BCS Championship Game. And I loved it!
Youth is wasted on the young and luxury is wasted on the classless. Yup, that's me...
posted by ceeelcee at 7:06 AM
4 Comments:
Party animal... :p
"boca raton", literally, "the mouth of the rat". Strange name for such a beautiful and luxurious place. I've only been there once, but it is amazing!
And what exactly is the point of the Weather Channel in Boca? Low of 75, high of 85, 70% chance of showers this afternoon. Day after day after day.
My stepmother and I snuck into the resort once. It was fun.
PLEASE hurry home. I'm missing your stories of adventure, dude.
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