TL called me to thank Russell and I for hosting our Mardi Gras party last Saturday.
I really feel like an adult.
People are calling to thank me for parties that I’ve thrown. what's next? cards? bottles of wine? Anna hates when I say it, but God, I'm getting old.
I always enjoy our joint get-togethers because between the two of us, we have such a great group of friends.
As many people confirmed as declined and the night started out with a few beers and just Russell, Kev and I. It was coming down pretty hard, so I didn't know which way it was going to go. A whole slew of people showed up around 11 and we partied the night away. The usual suspects were in attendance, but there were also some faces I hadn't seen in a while.
Karen and I talked about my Jim Morrison phase. She remembered when I used to wear flowers in my hair and doodle "The Doors" on my Eddie Bauer backpack. I reminded her about her "In the spirit of Crazyhorse..." phase. We listed all the pros and cons for going to our high school reunion this year. We decided that we were the only people who really mattered and as long as we reunited every so often, we'd be good.
Pooh Bear and Russell apparently had a man-to-man talk in the bathroom. I don't know what it was about, but it was pretty intense. Maybe Pooh gave him the "If you hurt my friend, I'll hurt you" speech. I don't really know.
Jason promised me about 5 redbull vodkas and I’m still waiting for him to pay up. We talked about marriage and subprime mortgage.
I talked to Ryan about baby mama drama and biological clocks. I told him I liked photographs much better than video because I have a wild imagination. I thought for a few moments about being a photographer, but then I remember what Russell said about all women trying out two things in life, being a photographer and being a lesbian. One out of two isn't bad.
It was 4am, the crowd of 20 or so dwindled down to just 5 soldiers. My feet hurt, all my beads were gone and we were in the middle of the Tenderloin. It was time to call it a night.
So if you missed it, then you missed out. Mayyyyybe I'll post a few pictures, but it seems like a sort of myspace-y thing to do, so I'll have to consult the Pope on that one. (as you can see the pope said it would be okay)
I really feel like an adult.
People are calling to thank me for parties that I’ve thrown. what's next? cards? bottles of wine? Anna hates when I say it, but God, I'm getting old.
I always enjoy our joint get-togethers because between the two of us, we have such a great group of friends.
As many people confirmed as declined and the night started out with a few beers and just Russell, Kev and I. It was coming down pretty hard, so I didn't know which way it was going to go. A whole slew of people showed up around 11 and we partied the night away. The usual suspects were in attendance, but there were also some faces I hadn't seen in a while.
Karen and I talked about my Jim Morrison phase. She remembered when I used to wear flowers in my hair and doodle "The Doors" on my Eddie Bauer backpack. I reminded her about her "In the spirit of Crazyhorse..." phase. We listed all the pros and cons for going to our high school reunion this year. We decided that we were the only people who really mattered and as long as we reunited every so often, we'd be good.
Pooh Bear and Russell apparently had a man-to-man talk in the bathroom. I don't know what it was about, but it was pretty intense. Maybe Pooh gave him the "If you hurt my friend, I'll hurt you" speech. I don't really know.
Jason promised me about 5 redbull vodkas and I’m still waiting for him to pay up. We talked about marriage and subprime mortgage.
I talked to Ryan about baby mama drama and biological clocks. I told him I liked photographs much better than video because I have a wild imagination. I thought for a few moments about being a photographer, but then I remember what Russell said about all women trying out two things in life, being a photographer and being a lesbian. One out of two isn't bad.
It was 4am, the crowd of 20 or so dwindled down to just 5 soldiers. My feet hurt, all my beads were gone and we were in the middle of the Tenderloin. It was time to call it a night.
So if you missed it, then you missed out. Mayyyyybe I'll post a few pictures, but it seems like a sort of myspace-y thing to do, so I'll have to consult the Pope on that one. (as you can see the pope said it would be okay)
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