drive, drive, drive, tire go bang, drive more slowly and have my balls handed to me on a platter by everyone passing me, feel small, arrive! hug, eat, drink, drink, drink, drink, lost count of the drinking, chris the bartender is the devil, stumble into wall, collapse on sean, argue with sean about exit strategy, chris the bartender gains two new admirers in kristen and i, got laughed at by taxi driver, arrive! collapse on floor, fall out of bed, crawl around after cat making friends, wake up sean, go to bed, sleeeeeeeeeeep, go to tire store, be entirely unimpressed with tire store, go to brunch, eat, eat, eat, go to bacaro, back to tire store, am very rowdy with sean at tire store, go to nuala’s work, go to bookstore, read really, really bad free ad book for a series, read really, really sexually explicit book, had seriously dirty thoughts, had to walk around for a while and rearrange books in alphabetical order and straighten displays, felt a little OCD, and a little sexually frustrated, went to dinner at molly’s second job, eat eat, eat, mashed garlic potatoes are SO GOOD! drive home, san argos is really scary, sean’s san argos resident voice impression is scarier, possibly san argos is actually scarier, as is the bathroom at the gas station next to keefer hotel in KING CITY! sing loudly, arrive HOME! home, home home! bed, bed, bed! cat, cat, cat!
I just relived the whole weekend and my hangover……ohhh Chris is the devil. You should have gotten a picture of Chris. mmmmm maybe Krista has a picture of chris
i’m really wondering today if “delayed hangover” could be a medical fact. possibly though it’s just road trip hangover.
top notch photos, except for the lack of chris. and the lack of nudity. what’s with that, nuala?
I don’t do nudity. Sorry. Maybe Chris would
are you a never-nude?
What does that mean. I missing a joke aren’t I? I am such a loser.
it’s from arrested development, loser. i love you more.