I'll never grow up... not me.

Woah. I just finished reading some of my friend, Sarno's, blog posts. She's very deep. And writes beautifully. She makes me feel like a caveman and my blog, the etchings on my cave walls. While she expounds of the meaning of life I will talk about what I did last weekend. Spike and I went on a Bar Crawl. Just the two of us. It's kind of lame when described like that, but even worse when I remember how it came about.

Spike: What do you want to do?
Me: I don't know.... I feel like day drinking.
Spike: But I don't want to spend any money.
Me: Let me google cheap beer in Cambridge.... hmm... Grendel's, Charlie's Kitchen, maybe The Field?
Spike: Well, what should we do?
Me: I don't know.
Spike: Why don't we start at The Field and just work our way to Grendel's?
Me: That's JUST what I was thinking!

So, that's JUST what we did, hitting up seven bars in the process and spending way too much money. Whenever we try to be adults, save money, act responsibly, the inner immaturity in us just shines through. I would feel much more guilty if we didn't have a great time...