Monday, August 28, 2006

My Weekend


Forky came over, the vodka was flowing, Thoroughly Modern Millie filled our hearts and ears, the batons came out.

9 comments:

Grizham said...

Mmm Vodka...

Anonymous said...

Sounds just fine. No makeout bandit. And yes, the previous guy counted.

Queen, III said...

No, he didn't.

The Cliff said...

I have to concur with queen....previous guys don't count on the bandit trail....good thing i'm not a previous guy...

Fork said...

Wait...why haven't we touched the rum?

The Cliff said...

what happened to the rum??

The Cliff said...

Speaking of Rum...Queen...when are we going to have that night out?? I'm in desperate need of a drink....and it's only 10:15 on thursday morning...AAHHHHHH

Queen, III said...

Some weekend when I don't have to run 8 miles...hopefully very, very soon. Half-marathon training sounds glamorous, but actually it is sweaty and exhausting. I'm going to go throw a pity party. For myself.

The Cliff said...

poor queen...when is this half-marathon from hell??