call off the national guard search, please
I am alive, thank you. Please stop calling 911.
I'm still recovering from last night but suffice it to say I have broken up with my long time companion, Mr. Cuervo. I never want to see him again.
I took over 200 pictures. Some of them may make it here, most of them will never see daylight.
A short preview of my details of the night: Barry White, Winger, coconut bras, penises galore. I suppose I'll have to blog the event in picture form so I can remember what happened.
Soon. First, I must find a cure for what ails me.