Nearly fatal mistake

So I was supposed to be departing for Spring Break tomorrow. That was the plan. Until this morning, when I picked up a barbell at the J during a little skipping episode and saw my dear old dad over my shoulder. I wheeled around to face him, an awed expression playing across both of our faces at the discoveries we had just made.

Three words: "Get to school."

I told myself nothing was going to come of it, that he was going to have complete sympathy. But something told me that he was going to punish me, and it would in some way affect Spring Break. It wasn't as bad as I had hoped, but he did just that. Now I have to leave on Sunday. At 12 a.m. on Sunday morning, I will make my departure.

I don't so much mind the fact that I am missing one night at the beach; there will be plenty more. It's the fact that I let my boys down that really pisses me off. I was going to be the official chauffeur/booze transporter, and now both of those duties have been dashed, leaving my boys hanging in the wind. I think they'll be able to find worthy transporters; I'll gladly bear a lot of the alcohol if need be. I doubt they are going to need every last drop of it for Saturday night alone; at least, I hope not.

I feel extremely tired right now, but I don't want to sleep too much so that I can nap tomorrow before my long trip in the night. I am watching Dan in Real Life on watch-movies.net, so I guess I shall get back to it. I think I'm bringing my laptop down to Ocean Isle. Hope they've got wireless.

UPDATE 11:55 p.m. As per usual, a few tears from ol Dan..