drunk post

It's been a long time.

Yes, it's 6:45 pm on Sunday.

Here I am at HotCop's computer, facing the front of the house, smelling my neighbor's cigarette smoke as it comes through the open sliding glass door, and wondering why my roommate got engaged.

I *just* got used to her dishes in the sink (that's a lie, they drive me crazy).
She *just* got used to my shoes in the fron hall (also a lie, she hates them).

We've been roommates for 3.5 years. Beatrice has not know life without Mean ol' Sandy. I can't remember what it was like before there was a police cruiser parked in front of my house. What was it like to plan Sunday School from across town (the place I'm moving to and the place she's moving to are in the same zip code).

Today I told the pizza guy the it was her fault we were moving out. SHE GOT ENGAGED, I said. In that voice because we were a bottle of wine in. Now we're 1 bottle of wine, 1 bottle of Arbor Mist (WTF? 7-11!!), the rest of her 3 yr old rum, and some OTHER rum in. High school in a glass and all that. Only Diet. I've given up Coca-cola, my old friend.

This makes no sense. I am not going to re-read it. I'm not going to. Insteand, I'll post a picture taken in front of me, and behind me. My ass did not get out of this uncomfortable chriar.

brad day

It's Brad's Day. Happy 35.

couple of pictures from the wedding

Joe -n- Me



Biggest.hair.ever and too much makeup.

The ladies (L-R: Morgan, Dawn, Susie, Lindsay, Sara):



The Happy Couple, Sara & PJ:



The best (and worst) part of the wedding was when the bridesmaids realized we forgot PJ's ring in the room where we got ready (all the way on the other side of the church). Susie raced out to get the ring. As the maid of honor handed it to the pastor he acknowledged his relief that the ring made it to the wedding. Ah, well. It couldn't go perfectly!

This weekend it was the C diet-- carbs and chocolate. Now it's back on the program.

Party Girl

This past weekend I did something I haven't done since the waning days of Decipher: I went out two nights in a row.

Friday night, we "celebrated" Brad's departure. You may have read about the departure elsewhere (scroll down to 3/29). Dave's pictures are much better composed than mine, but here is a picture of the honoree:



and the honoree and me*:



(good of me, not so good of Brad)

and this one, my favorite:



Saturday night was Sara's bachelorette party at Bar Norfolk. Why there, you may be asking yourself, that place is so dirty. Indeed, my friends, it is dirty. But they have the bar for dancing and the swing for swinging.

The honoree:



Me* and the maid of honor at the end of the night taken by the drunk bachelorette:



*please note how good my hair looks in all these pictures