I’ll be out of town for a couple of days, folks.
That’s all I got. Depending on who you are, that may be good or bad.
I’m on my way to Delaware with a car full of Whiskey Girls en route to a celebrity golf tournament called:
This is an event that’s closed to the public, yet The Whiskey Girls and a wonderful woman who pulled it all together invited me along to hang out, help out, and write about the event.
I’ll be tagging around holding a High School Musical notebook jotting shit down because it’s the only one I could find in the house that would fit in my pocket.
So, I won’t be around to comment or abuse because I’ll be asking NASCAR drivers shit like, “So..you drive a car? Huh. I guess that’s okay.” because – seriously – NASCAR?!
I used to commute 35 miles to and from downtown Boston every day. Watching a NASCAR race is like going in on a fucking Saturday.
But these guys raise a shitload of money for a really great cause and I guess I can put aside the fact that they make millions DRIVING while I’ve made a total of six dollars selling shirts here.
I’m not bitter.
Under ‘Notes’ just mark that your donation is for the “Drive for Autism.”
I’m sure it will make you feel better.
Yeah. I can be charitable AND a dick if I want.
See you on Friday, people.