I spent my Friday night painting for four hours and I couldn’t have had a better a time. Is there something wrong with me?
Of course by painting, I mean applying blue tape around about a million doorways – cause really no one should trust me with a brush. But re-sticking the same piece of tape 20 times until its ABSOLUTELY STRAIGHT? That’s a job with my name on it. Of course this also allowed quite a bit of time for chatting, story-telling and some good old fashioned sarcasm with a great group of people. Really that’s all I need from a Friday night. That and a few slices of Papa Johns pizza.