What a smashing weekend it was! I’m still abit hung over, and my bruises are still sore. I had an involuntary fight with the shower and landed on a dozen of shampoo bottles when trying to grab on to something to make the world stop spinning.
One of the best after-pope parties I’ve ever been to.
Actaully it is the only one, but hey! Popes don’t pop-up on trees.
No disrespect, however. Although me and Johnny weren’t exactly best friends, in fact I never met him, I still respect him for standing up (or sitting down) for what he believed in. He did deserve a going-away party like the one my friends arranged.
RIP old man.