The Wire, Part 1

Well, I am not so good at this blogging thing (not yet at least). I did, however, spend the weekend living The Wire in Baltimore City. The weekend consisted of :

• Being glamorous
• Eating really good food
• Remembering how much I love Baltimore
• Trying to decide when I will move back to Baltimore
• Talking shit about multiple people
• Renewing my love for the Navy

RK, Grace, and Lorraine were good sports. RK, however, did NOT learn the superman (via soulja boy), the Dougie Fresh, or the Ricky Bobby (via B-Hamp). Not cool, RK, not cool. In fact, I think the entire BGP should learn the soulja boy superman. I have some work to do on that front.

We drove by Melba's--always good to start getting more ideas for my 29th Birthday Party (I know, everyone is super excited and will have trouble waiting the next 4 years for that day to come). I also saw Rock (I really think his name is actually Short Rock, but I've always just called him Rock). Rock owns his own little corner stand, across from Pete's Grill (and Melba's). He sells Tims, t-shirts, freestyle shirts, incense, and that type of stuff. Sometimes his uncle Pat helps out--I like Pat. Pat has like 3 teeth. Total. I am so Baltimore.

I also ran a race on Sunday morning. Duby wore a pirate costume. Duby and James MotherFucking Tang (JMFT--that's really his name) sprinted the first ~250 meters in pirate costumes. It was hilarious. I also beat this chick who's been beating me since she was 12 years old. Holla! I did the first mile in about 5:59--very interesting considering I decided NOT to go out fast this morning...

So that is the toned down version of the weekend. It was fab. We are ballers. I love Baltimore.