Someone pooped in the hallway

Getting back from vacation usually sucks. This time it certainly sucked, but for the first time in a long time I feel completely refreshed.
San Diego was the shit. Perfect weather, great company and phenomenal times had by all. Plus there are some beautiful women out there. Unfortunately for the most part they all seem very, very, very dumb.
It broke down like this.
Thursday — Beach, football (showing off my incredible moves) golf, beer, steak, washers, ball busting.
Friday — Fishing all day, Big Cell Phones reunion tour, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, bed.
Saturday — Someone pooped in the hallway, hangover, beach, no hangover.

Real nice. San Diego was low 80s every day. Then dropped down to freezing mid 70s in the night.
Even when I got back it was the shit.
Sunday hung out with my friend in Denver. Had happy hour at TGI Friday's and went home. Monday was a cultural day of understanding for Luke. This included the Art Museum (there were two exhibits I was dying to see) and a trip to the aquarium (my favorites were the Otters).

Tuesday included another sick, sick, sick, sick, sick show by Metallica. One of the better ones I've seen. While they didn't play some of my favorites, they rocked the shit out of the Pepsi Center.

The drive back was relentless as the first big storm hit. 4.5 hours of blind, icy driving. Nice right.

Other than that. It was the shit.
It was great to see the fellas. It's pretty weird and rad that everyone is growing up. Kev's got some leads on some solid career opportunities. Danny has school and a job and in four and half years will be a doctor. If that doesn't work out, he can work for an oil company and retire at 31. Even Party Boy Al Booker seems to be settling down. You can tell he's a different cat now. Plus the dude can rock chick pants like no other.

All in all the trip exceeded my expectations.

I've been out of the loop in the sports world for a while now. I think this is a good thing. But not a whole lot has really changed. One thing I think I understand now is that the Bills are doomed to be 8-8 for the rest of my life. Nothing says happiness like mediocrity.

25 new things in 25 days.
1. Travel to San Diego
2. Deep sea fishing
3. Nap on the beach
4. Went to Red Lobster
5. Art Museum and Aquarium
6. Metallica (seen them before, but not from where I sat. It's cheating but whatever).
7. ????Guess I have to do something new tonight.

HEF OF THE WEEK
Someone pooped in the hall. Woke up Saturday and Kev comes out and says "Good news. Someone pooped in the hall." No better way to wake up. Plus is there a better way to know you rocked like rock stars than to wake up to poop in the hallway?

Odds of who did it
89% Danny — Drunkest one and all signs point to him.
86% Matty — There other roommate. Hey it was next to his room and when Danny accused him he got real defensive. Plus I think Matty may have framed Danny after Danny busted the kids poor balls for three straight days.
52% Party Boy Al Booker — WIth the pants he wore on Halloween, if he had to go they might have been tough to get out of and make the bathroom in time.
12% Kev — Seems unlikely. I don't think Kev would just go and poop in the hallway.
1% Me — Hey I didn't do it. I'm certainly not the type of guy to get tanked, go home and poop in the hallway. Or am I?