Just across the street from our nice hotel: the world’s filthiest CVS. As I approached the entrance, a shoplifter blew past me out the front door and fled into the night. Meanwhile, inside, the sweat-pants-with-tuxedo-shoes look was all the rage among the paying customers.
The weekend wasn’t all drunken debauchery, as I put my college education to good use and bet on my Terps, who covered against Miami.
For me, celebrity sightings are always fun, but seeing Yankee pitcher Joba Chamberlain got me so excited I poohed a little.
America – F yeah!
Forgive the inadvertent racism, but here is the weekend, summed up by one of the guys’ texts: “Laying in bed while three Spanish women clean up my puke.”