I'm back, relaxed and all that good stuff.

Up at Danny's cottage we pretty much swam and tubed and stuff. And slept in a tent, which sucks. Saturday was a really good day, though. We hung out for most of the day and then made our way to the Soaring Eagle for the Killers show. We had crappy seats, but once Louis the XIV finished playing (not so good) we (being Mat, Danny, Jeff, Scott and I) met up with Julie and Amanda. We decided we needed to get closer to the stage for the Killers so we snuck past a confused security guard who was probably scared of Jeff. We stole some seats in row DD (yeah, fucking seats) which is the fourth row and tried to chill there for a while until things started up, but people came and they actually had tickets for those spots. So we went back a section and weren't too far from the stage. The Killers were awesome, played two encore songs, but I'm really upset that they had seating. I mean, they're a pretty dance band and sitting there isn't what I had planned.

Oh well, show over, we ventured into the casino where I lost money at the Blackjack tables. I was up at one point and should have pulled out, but shit happens. Down $50, so not too bad. I was upset I didn't get to play Hold 'Em.

We got home at three and I woke up around 7:30 with the tent leaking all over the place. That was upsetting.

The day went by and now I'm home.

So holler, motha fuckas.