So I convinced one of my best friends Matt to come with with me at my company down here in FL last summer.
He had left NYC and was at his parents and didnt have an official nine to five job, and we had an opening.
He eventually accepted the 3 month contract position and was expected to come to this BBQ that my boss was putting on by driving down here.
Of course Matt forgot that they took that Friday off at the DMV, so he flew into Tampa W/O a car. So for the first month or so, I drove him everywhere.
He had basically a duffle bag for that first month and he lived with me and
Susan
in the spare bedroom. Here are all the memories I can think of that we had together during his short stay in FL.
- The best memory was when we went biking in the woods, it took two hours to get there because we are douche bags and we took what we thought was the "back route" to get to the trails. Little did we know we would be knee deep in mudd, spiders and spider webs, snakes and other
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