Hey, drunk girl, where you at?!
Hey strangers! I bet you are just dying, dying to know how the happy hour went, eh? Aside from the usual excessive drinking, we also did some excessive smoking and excessive dancing. I did not bring my camera, so I'll have to ask DC Bach's "staff" to assist in that respect as I know there are a couple incriminating photos.
You may also be happy to know I stole the fine VK's sunglasses, and I doubt my boy will ever see them again (unless I'm wearin them).
I would also like to thank Bill for his blogger gifts and apologize to anyone who had to hear my description of why smoking a hookah was so fun ("It's like so rich, and full and like flavorful, but smooth and thick, you know, ohhh I just love it--no you HAVE TO try it").
Work is busy as of late so I need to start working on some shit in the evenings.
Posts to come include:
Why my okie conservative mother sounds like a liberal
Why you need to see Talladega Nights (it'll make you hard like a diamond in an ice storm)
Why I love table dancing
Why I saw no less than a dozen women topless on Saturday night but was not at a strip club
Why I hope the WPT loses
A group brainstorming session on how I will can never have to "work" again
Thanks for being patient, love you like lovers--