Yesterday, I managed to celebrate Presidents Day the way Abe Lincoln would have: snowboarding. It was damn good, but now I'm damn sore.
Recently, while discussing career options with Lindsey, she told me a story of this guy she heard of. Supposedly he's a friend of Laura Hannah's or something. Anyway, he's a hardcore rock-climber, and some time after graduating he found himself faced with the challenge of earning enough money to sustain his hobby while still having time to climb. His solution? Become a stripper.
Now he only works a few hours a day a few times a week and gets paid up the wazzoo with plenty of time left over to find good rocks. Pun most definately intended.
Why did Lindsey tell me this? Goodness knows.
This was when Johnny piped in with his success story of an impressively intelligent, thin-chested girl who works at Hooters and earns over 20 grand a year in tips alone. He said she pretends like it's an acting job.
Oh, the options that await us . . .