every day is a wasted day
Nothing better than showing up at Union Hall and giving hugs to ten or twelve dudes in succession.
The France brought the house down tonight, folks. I scored myself a sassy lil' planet-print neck scarf. Thank you for playing "Ice Age"; I expect to hear "Coming Out Party" on Wednesday.
(And thanks, Scarny, for the bite of that jalapeno slider. Yummers!)
2 comments:
This post doesn't even mention me.
No, because you and Colleen were too busy rubbing elbows with the blogger elite!
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