Still not the end
So, I'm thinking tomorrow night is my last night in town. I'm also thinking it's $2 drafts at my favorite Old City watering hole. The implication should be clear enough, but in case you're suffering from recent head trauma: please join me for beers at the Urban Bar Thursday night, if you're still around.
I'm putting off wrapping up this summer o' monkey love because to do so would mean admitting it's over. And it's not over, dammit. As far as I'm concerned, it will never be over.
'Cause I love you guys.
Even the person from rentafiretruck.com, whoever the hell you are.
Watching: Sixteen Candles