Well let me share this nice little story:
To save money/gas/mileage on our cars, my friend decides to buy a ticket with a tour bus company up to the GC. I'm like, whatever man, it sounds great. fast forward to thursday morning at 5:00 a.m.
we get up at five, have to be at this hotel down the road at six. we get on, a rinky dinky 15 person bus. already on? oh yeah 12 people all over the age 60. oh and 6 of them, are visiting from Canada and they all just met that morning thirty seconds before we got on. So they are all hootin-and-a-hollerin about running into each other so many miles away from their Native land.
Me and my boy? High as fuck and reek of weed.
thats how the day started. details later ...........