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.
Comments
well since you broke it off with him, you don't mind if i spend the night with him tonight do you? glad you had some fun!!
Posted by: yvonne | May 17, 2003 03:14 PM
So you're the reason he suffered a stroke. I'm ashamed of you.
Posted by: robyn | May 17, 2003 03:31 PM
Nothin' takes the edge off a hangover like a red beer. Or three.
Beer. It's what's for breakfast.
Posted by: mtpolitics | May 17, 2003 03:35 PM
Winger? Please tell me that is a lesbian affair with Debra, and not the hair band from the 80s.
Posted by: Ravenwood | May 17, 2003 04:37 PM
Lots of iced tea (the virgin kind), Motrin, and greasy fries always cure me!
Glad you had a good time...that you remember, anyway!
Posted by: AimeeC | May 17, 2003 07:59 PM
Mr Cuervo? Tell that bastard he owes me 8 years back child support. He got me pregnant, twice.
Posted by: Christine | May 17, 2003 08:13 PM
No sympathy for you--OK a very little bit. You should have learned by your 37th birthday that Tequilla is BAD. I learned at Mardi Gras of my 37th year. Even Champagne doesn't hurt you as much as rotten cactus juice. At least you have pictures to remind you. Cock Ring Toss?
Posted by: Perry | May 17, 2003 10:09 PM