No wasted day...just wasted people

What unites this group and brings us together at the end of what may be a very long and tiring day?
What encourages such a group to share many hearty genuine laughs?
What kind of things does such a diverse group talk about over a dinner table?

Well...having a few bevies during happy hour(s) while smoking some herbal the group talked about movies for the entire evening. Slide in a game of asshole (a card game we play almost nightly) and you would have thought we've all been friends for ages.


Everyone except for Ashley and I had gone on the ATM tour. We stayed and lounged around the camp grounds. When the group came back from their adventure, we all gathered for our nightly ritual of drinking Nicaragua's Flore de Cana. Our new friends Steven and Nathan came with their own bottles as well as a big fatty to spread around. I wasn't drinking, but i sure inhaled.
The warm hug of alcohol did it's best to keep the group warm on such a chilly Belizean night. The clouds of green pulled eyelids to a squint and laughs from the heart of the belly.

After a day of lounging around and playing darts, no day is wasted. Just myself and the people around me.