Good Times, Good Times

The theme of this story is simple, drunken yelling. Alex and I were at a local bar recently sitting outside on a sunny Sunday afternoon. A delightful break in a hectic summer. Just then a guy jumped in the fountain yelling, “I love the water. I love the water” while making a point to splash everyone. I thought it was fun and spontaneous until I was drenched. Good times, good times.