Ouchie
Ouchie.
I hurt. My belly hurts. My thighs hurt. My ass hurts. My head hurts. My lower back hurts. My big toe hurts.
Some of this can be attributed to a hangover resulting from Jhames’ little welcome shindig on Saturday night.
The rest from walking down & up the hill to a little breakfast nookie this morning, and then rollerskaiting in GG park with a few peeps this afternoon.
I could go into some details that go over how lovely, marvelous, charming and fun hanging with the various peeps were, but man, I’m whupped. (and besides, Cheyenne’s photos and Vince’s overview pretty much covers it all)
Just know you’re beloved and in my thoughts. I just can’t, for the life of me, be bothered with trying to be witty right now or remember all the delightful details of the evening when it came to food, luscious wine, scintillating conversations, more wine, hugs, a little glass of wine, some kitchen talk, and another glass of wine, cleaning, and some wine. It happens, I’m human. *Shrug*
In other thoughts.
Cheyenne and I agree: Power Nerds are Sexy. Dead Sexy. Hot property, oh my, baby, stimulate me with your mAd SkI11Z sexy. No, I’m not being sarcastic. At all. And yes, we’re a little weird that way.
Set your bets. Me & Scott Andrew are going to have a burping re-match in the near future at Jish’s upcoming shindig. If the earth shakes at all and you hear something that evening, blame me and the warm diet coke.
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