Yay – I’m hardwired into the internet at home. Finally – some sort of reliable access that doesn’t involve bogarting my neighbors’ connections. Which is not entirely kosher in the first place. Anyway, here it is.
My Saturday night: Best Sangria Ever + interesting and amusing people + a midnight walk on the beach * (awkward moment with Ashley’s Confederate-flag-loving-too-recent-ex on the street + dude dressed like a clown at Wawa at 2 a.m.) = Best Birthday Party Ever. Good times.
More later, probably something about Michael Callahan’s inability to understand the meaning of the word “pride.”
Whose birthday party was it? Don’s? Yours but really, really early?
Whose birthday party was it? Don’s? Yours but really, really early?