What a fun, beautiful and horrible weekend. There was a party at somebody's grandparents' house in Severna Park. It's by Chesapeake Bay and it couldn't be a better place for some Memorial Weekend fun.

I tried to find pictures off the internet that could do the place justice but the best I could find:






Basically it has hilly, jagged harbors. You'll get a better idea by looking at this map. The backyard itself is that peninsula jutting out from the end of the street.

The sun, good people, games, water, boats, inflatable jumping devices, you name it. I had a fantastic time. During the night, I tripped or something while talking to somebody and took a bad tumble head-first down a sharp slope. My friend said once I landed on my face, my back jackknifed—my legs almost touched the back of my head.

The next day, I had scrapes on my face and my forearms and bruises all over, but otherwise I felt fine. I could toss a football back and forth.

But after taking a nap, my back was killing me. I finally could move around a bit only after poppin' in a coupla Advils. Since my friend thought for a second I might become quadriplegic from the look of my fall, I gotta count my blessings. The whole half-full glass shizz, yeahh.

Oh yeah, I "graduated". The funniest memory of the ceremonies is watching a drunk Joe V. wandering around on the stage before Mr. Pramuk gave him a good nudge to get him off the platform—I was disappointed that it happened outside the video clip's frame. I still gotta finish a coupla courses this June before I get my degree.