midge, my abfab partner-in-crime, got married this weekend. i’m fine with being the last of the single girls, mostly because i’m the only one who can take home the elvis impersonator without guilt.
yes, elvis was most certainly a guest. sadly, he declined when i passed him the special juice. perhaps he had plans to raid the old ladies purses for pills. whatever the case, i was disappointed not to have the chance to drink with elvis.
next time, e, next time…
you know someone really likes you when the compliments they give you are:
1) wow, you sure don’t drink beer like a girl!
2) dude, you eat fast. i can barely keep up.
3) you are crazy.
4) i’ve always believed people are born inherently good, that is until i met you.
5) *compliment withheld at this time.
best text message of the day:
Me too, safe in Albuquerque, one more flight.
i only have one question, is anyone ever really safe in albuquerque?
i noticed this on jb’s office shelf today. i’ve yet to gain the courage to actually open the box. i’m afraid some things are better off left to the imagination, especially my imagination.
last night flyboy invited me over for an evening of drinks and chain restaurants. i happily accepted and made the trek north: destination layton, or idaho as i call it.
somehow, i overshot and ended up in clearfield, go figure. i stopped for directions at the local maverick (a little bit white trash, a little bit country), it was there i realized, yet again, that nascar is ruining the nation. i patiently waited a couple minutes before interrupting the riveting conversation between the toothless employee and the man in the nascar jacket; there are only so many times i can listen to “holy shit, whoa man”, before i lose what’s left of my rumored sanity. i explained where i was attempting to go, only to get a “LAAA-DY… this ain’t layton!”
thank god for that….
it’s pete ashdown blog day.
my fellow slc bloggers will cover the real reasons why he deserves our vote, and since the important topics can be read at their sites, i thought i would share with you my reasons to vote pete.
it’s simple really, it comes down to the packaging. i will buy nearly anything that has fantastic packaging. sure, what’s inside sorta counts but the outside look is what gets me. i admit, i’m a packaging whore.
with that in mind, look at this little goodie….
while the opposition, orrin’s too busy molesting little michael j. fox to care….
now, don’t get me started on orrin’s fashion sense, or lack thereof. i think ethan has covered that extensively.
