The New Weekend

New Rule: it's always the weekend. If people at large are free to ask me what I'm doing next year, then I should be free to dump my drink on them. A mixed beverage comes in handy any time an interested (read: prying) adult inquires into my plans for the future. I don't ordinarily have a drink in my hand as things currently stand, but this is not a problem under the newly instated rule. Second semester Senior Year, post-Spring Break, classes are optional (as is homework...and blog posts). Socially acceptable drinking times are now perpetual. Hey, it's the last time we ever get to live like this, right?