puke-invokingly cute
Nate is starting to send in his digital pictures from last weekend. Hee, hee, hee.
Here is Brooke, drinking her margarita from a tippy cup. She couldn’t keep her booze under control the last time she was there, so the waiter brought her a special Brooke-cup. He said “If you finish this, you can have a real one.” Cup tipped waaaay up to the ceiling, she says “It’s hard to get to the alcohol!”
Nate and the Asshole Flag. This is a concept that he and Bill created. You make it and you wave it proudly when you are the loudest, most annoying group of people in a particular public place. It was well-deserved on Halloween, the night this was taken.
Nat. He’s a Samurai. His girlfriend was a Disco Ball. There was something very Jim Belushi about him this particular evening, but we couldn’t seem to put our finger on what it was …
Woah! Ben’s laying the smack down! (but i would have liked to been invited to squeeze nathan too. That’s it. You’re all totally out of the sonjet benlau imaginary wedding I didnt even tell ben about yet.)
god dammit. I’m really sorry about that. I was letting Nate be in charge of who was coming with us, and he failed.
Plus, the drinking wasn’t AT his house. It was far away, in Ballard. (Does that help?)
Two things:
1: AB, you’re back in the imaginary wedding.
2: Um, Hey Benlau….guess what I’ve been telling people all over the internet…
woohoo! I’ve already got the perfect imaginary dress picked out …
are we internet engaged?
GA! Who told you?
(wait. that would have been me. at reharsal. last night. I was wearing pants.)
did you get her a webring?
OK, that’s clever.
heh. Thanks!
Okay, hi. Don’t bother to call when you’re partying just down the street from my house when Nath is in town.
Jesus.