Since I'm about to trek back out into the snow to make my way up to Mason, I thought I'd share a moment from yesterday.

I used to play football with a guy named Duron; Duron's about 6'2, 280lbs, and a total powerhouse. He was a senior when I was a sophmore, and I eventually took his spot on the team. Imagine a thugged out Ruben Studdard, and we're getting closer to the picture.

He's got a lovely fiance who I've known for quite a few years named Patrice. Patrice was my "special buddy buddy," we were partners in the most random little food adventures together for a couple of years... she's great!

Well, she arrived in early to work to drop off Duron yesterday, and proceeded to tell Jess, Brandi, and me how she learned to "drift" last night. She and Duron went out to the closest empty parking spot, picked up some speed, and then yanked the e-brake. You spin around a few times, wash, rinse, repeat.

It's a lot of fun.

Well, she winked at me and ran to the back of the store, then returned with a set of keys. We ran over to Wawa, purchased our cigarettes, and then went driftin' for about 20 minutes. In Duron's little red eclipse! Hehehe.

When we got back in, Duron looked at Patrice and was like "Baby, why didn't you just walk."
"Honey, you know its cold, and you wouldn't want your boo gettin' cold spendin' too much time outside, now would you?"

HeeeHeee!

Anywho, I'm gonna trek my way up to Mason and have me a day.