A glorious Sunday of sunlight, dog walks, brunch, best friends, and a knock-'em-dead hangover.
After a sufficient recovery period (aka nap, ibuprofen, mass ingestion of hydrating liquids), I must try to recount some of the grand adventures that were last night.
Preview, in brief:
1. Marathon bar crawl.
2. Elise scratching phone numbers into the bathroom wall of one of such bars. ('FOR SEXY TIME CALL...'). Don't mess with our family. We defend our own.
3. Impromptu 'no pants party' once we got home.
4. So many cocktails... My. God.
5. Abundance of photographs that seem to resemble the zombies of Shaun of the Dead far more than our actual likenesses... eeks. The crunk eye. It'll getcha.
Oy vey... the madness that is my life.
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That sounds like an awesome night:)
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