Day one was an experience.
Of course wearing thin swim-short material that barely covered my junk whilst running all over town wasn’t enough, it also had to be pouring down enough rain to make me think that Jesus caught wind of what was going on and decided to go all Noah’s Arc to stop the madness.
But the joke was on Jesus…I had camouflage rubber boots, sucka.
I mostly just got deer-in-headlights looks from everyone I saw that day but you could say the highlight was definitely singing an acapella version of Hold On by Wilson Philips to a room of about 20 people. You’re welcome.
Now how can I describe day two? Hmm…
Well…say you decided to do amateur night at a strip club just once to say that you did it. You got up, you rocked out, people loved you. At brunch the next day, everyone was still giving you high fives for having the guts to do it. It was classy, hilarious, amazing and totally showcased a new side of who you are that no one will ever forget. Awesome, right?
Now imagine having to do amateur night again the next day.
And then the newspaper shows up to take your picture doing it.
And that newspaper is the first thing you see after your open bar office party.
Right.
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