Oh, Jessica. Jessica. Such a bad influence. You can see it in her face, can't you? Devilish. She sent texts from my phone last night. Letting her take my phone was pretty much asking for it, wasn't it? I know. If you got one of those texts, well... no, you still can't come over and watch a movie. As for the rest of you, I would tell you what they said, but I'm sorry to say they can't be quoted here, because this is (now, apparently) a family blog.Which makes it, really, a bit hard to post about last night. I will say, drinking Stoli vanilla & coke in your honor, Allison, was not a good idea. Terrible drink. Tasted like cola with a soupcon of nail polish remover, sprayed with an overcoat of vanilla air freshener. The kind you hang from your rear view mirror. But the hangover isn't as bad as with whiskey (don't start with the it's spelled "whisky" nonsense, I'm talking about bourbon, people. Duh!) even if the misbehavior is pretty much the same. Oh, and drinking Radiant Flowers in honor of Evan, before drinking aforementioned SVKs, well...
We had fun. I can't speak for the people who crossed our paths, though. We might have frightened Ryan, and I might have told people to Stay Away From Me (hey, it was just good advice, trust me) and maybe I touched the shirt of a girl I've never met because I liked the green polka dot trim. Sorry polka dot trim girl. It was a cute shirt! You looked cute!
3 comments:
Man! How come I didn't get a porno text from your phone?! Disappointing! Oh, well, there is always next time.
Oh ha, right, yeah, those were not pornographic texts. I'm sure the recipients would have been happier with porno texts... but if you want me to chew you out over text message next time I'm in that mood, you just let me know.
Holy crap lions. Sounds like you had an...er...interesting evening. :-)
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