OK, I'm giddily preparing for my upcoming trip, and will be really excited to be there. But now I find this thread and feel depressed.
What a friggin Fiesta de Salchichas! Granted, this is some grade A quality pork, but I'm not in the mood to duel my way through swashbuckling sausage at every venue. Please tell me that some of you degenerates will be departing immediately after the HH and leaving me alone with an abundance of soft sweet honey.
You'll have to forgive me, I don't mean to be openly lamenting the ability to hang out with so many guys I appreciate and enjoy as much as this group, but at the same time, please understand that my whole world has just come crumbling down and I have just realized that you lot are the reason.
I've been basking in the warm fuzzies lately getting a stream of cuddly emails from favoritas. And just when I'd come to terms with my studliness and gotten comfortable with the idea that I really am The Man!, and that they truly do love me, I finally figure it out. They're not emailing me and vying with each other for position and scheduling themselves in my time slots because they're eager to see me. They're scheduling themselves in now because there's so much damn dripping sweating sausage in town that they're fanning themselves in the gust of air from their whirling Rolodexes. They aren't excited to see me, they're being lined up assembly-line style by you guys. Geez!
Of course they deny it, but I know the truth now. They're just trying to get me slotted in somewhere so they aren't subjected to my whimpering and complaining.
Again, it's not that I don't want to see you guys, it's just that your presence and insistence on all this base and degenerate mindless shagging is interfering with my serious and sober attempts to craft deep meaningful and serious relationships with an assortment of four or five lovely and decent young ladies who have assured me they are only in need of the right leadership, care, and support in order to improve their lives.
