“我們是去台東玩。 順便去比賽。 運動。” － i was telling steve on the plane, wtf are we doing going out of way, booking flights and going down south to compete in something we have no business competing in. we should be drinking and partying and chasing after girls. why are we flying to exercise. everyone i knew was worried for me. my parents told me to just "do it for fun...don't drink tonight...and why are you swimming in this event again?" of course as soon as i hung up i had a beer and a subway sandwich. the group of people i was with figured i'd come in last. of course i came in first amongst us. steve doesn't train for any marathons...and is at his heaviest weight ever....yet he set a new personal best. who knew we would absolutely kick arse. but kicking arse has takes it toll, cuz it's hard to get drunk at night because you're in a mixture of fatigue and adrenaline. and then since we didn't do the full race, we went hiking at 730 in the morning. amazing.
we arrived at the grace house really late cuz we over shot our destination by 7km. i slept while steve candy crushed. stuff happens... we got the adjacent house to ourselves the night before, but that meant nothing cuz i couldn't sleep.
the villa we stayed at was amazing. tho private chef and host might have been gay and wanted awkward hugs from all of us.
please note larry's tan line
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!!
that rhubarb egg custard was pretty damn good
"good thing we don't have to clean this sh*t up cuz thats what they do in the hamptons"
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