Thirsty Thursdays

What a day. I mean it, WHAT A DAY.

Funeral. Cemetery. Reception. Family. Best friends. Hangin' with the priest. Mahi Mahi (hell yes).

Awkward confessions from Diana. Dr. Shitty MIA for the first time in at least a year. Hilarity via cell phone to my brother, who swears to "get me back... GOOD." Also told me I was "such an asshole." LOVE IT.

Indy downtown. Elbow Room. More best friends. Lip gloss... don't worry, thanks to the Allison Mitchell Xmas Endowment, all of my folks are sporting what a certain foxy Brooklyn blogger refers to as "lip crack," indicating its addictive quality. Ummm... hot. we totally took a photo of me, wes, elise all glossing up at the bar simultaneously. Don't worry about it, it's fine: we all sport our own individual hues (tint #'s 1136, 1137, 1138... SICK!)

New friend. Who is foxy (love it). Who (damn him) also noted that my gas cap was not attached to my car. Embarrassing? Mmmhmm. Doesn't even begin to cover it. Don't fret: I drove for an entire hour with my hinged gas door in place and the cap itself hanging over the side, dangling in the 12 degree Indiana breeze. That is completely mortifying, I'll have you know, especially when said new friend has Wes phone me to inform me of my sadly/pathetically waving/misplaced fuel thing. Oh God. It never stops.

I am "an asshole," what can I tell you?

p.s. that last sentence is totally a Kevin Kline movie line. Thus: a) he is my favorite actor of all time. I mean it. b) he went to IU (woot woot) c) is he gay? (Not to impose stereotype/judgment. To be honest, that would get him at least another 25 points in my book... but how is it that I have no idea, only vague heated speculation?) d) ran out of ideas. fuck that. KEVIN KLINE FOR PRESIDENT.

... and don't worry, aforementioned film quote is from none other than French Kiss. love it. know it by heart, damn right I do.

Oh my God. I need to go to sleep.