high five

This weekend is Little Five Weekend. That means this week is Little Five Week. That means every other house I have passed on my ride home from school the last two days has had a party in their front yard, complete with beer pong and/or cornhole, loud music, and empty alchohol containers strewn about.

This afternoon I came up behind a group of four guys meandering down the middle of the street.

Dude: "Whaddya think?"
Guy: "I think I feel sober."
Dude: "I think I feel better than when I was wasted earlier."
Guy: "I wonder if Dan's house has any more beer."

This evening when I went for a run I high fived a guy standing in the middle of the street drinking beer from a beer bong. Yeah, Little Five!