NB... here again. Why?

So, today Megan and I made our way back to NB for the weekend. It was a great day for driving. The tank of winter washer fluid, which I managed to make last since the previous season, came in quite handy in eliminating the muddy mist that I had to remove as I tailgated and passed traffic. Yes, I'm aware that staying a safe distance from the car in front of me would eliminate the needs to do so, but who has time for safety when you're heading home for free meals and an endless supply of wine and beer? That's hardly logical.
Apparently I'm missing a birthday party for Stephanie on saturday night at Dave and Jody's apartment. There will be lots of drunkeness, and a cake no doubt. Again, why am I here? Oh right, to get my winter tires. Silly me.
I'm heading to Freddy tomorrow afternoon to escape the monotony of St. George. Hopefully I'll find something fun to do, and keep out of trouble. Sandra better be happy to see me. I will be making a trip to Miami tomorrow for a touch up. God, I love that place. I miss my VIP status when I walk into the Sun Room with Jody now. Instead, I find myself being lectured about tanning protocol like I'm an amateur. God, if they only knew. Yes, I'm aware it's going to kill me someday. However, if I plan to be cremated, then I just see this as a little pre-heating... and besides, I'll make a better looking corpse if i'm not pale and unsightly. Dead AND fugly... not fair, and not happenin'.