Yeah! Read up on this statue for the sickest/baddest/best "behind the music story" ever.
The gang at large. LUCILLE, me, REGINA**, HESTER*** and PHYLLIS****.
Mountains. And a safeway. Two things I desperately miss.
My sister LUCILLE. I miss her, too. Look at our eyes! We're demon 'stangs as well, just waiting for segments of our torsos to fall on and kill our creator. Betsy: WATCH THE HECK OUT.
Fun: a homeless guy broke into our hotel room and comped the weekend.
(not our homeless guy)
My skeksi paw claimed a ton of soy.
I saw a fox run into the stadium.
We guarded against tooth decay.
I hadn't seen LUCILLE in eight months. It's never been that long before, it's never been this monumental before. The year was hateful to make the two collide at this point in our lives, what with all the miles and vows and big business happenings. WEARESTRONGER, however, because of it. Or something.
Regardless, I had a super time overseeing her destruction and pleading for her recovery. Both were so colorful. Alongside LUCILLE'S sorority sisters (REGINA and HESTER) and soon-to-be sister (PHYLLIS), we spent two full days eating piles of sushi and tapas and never refusing any wild number of pints or shots or champagnes.
Go!
Go!
Go!
This is the part in tomorrow's afternoon where LUCILLE reminds me that employers can find my blog on a google lark but I think it's wrong to hide the better moments of my life.
Thanks for such a blast, Boulder. And thanks for getting after it, homeless man. Your audacity greatly lessened the heft of my Visa statement.
*For those of you who might not have guessed, I changed my sister's name for this post to ensure decorum and professional rule.
**You're safe, too!
***You're safe, too!
****You're safe, too!
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