Block Party of a Time

Today was the First ever Block Party for the Homecoming game. I wasn't anything special; I would describe it as "Super Reccess," but it was sure better than teaching. All I had to do was stand around and make sure nobody gets murdered, piece of cake. I was talking with Ms. Taco and Ms. Tan as they traded stories of their crazy weekends in New Orleans. Could this be happening? Two people older than me, teachers at that, having crazier nights than me. Have I gone soft or has my opinion of a good time matured? This weekend's intinerary does include a gentleman's drink and some cigars of the Cuban persuasion, and I can't complain about that. I'll let the teachers have their fun, and I'll have mine.