feeling … like … death …

Sarah is currently in the shower, and we will be leaving soon for the airport. While she’s in there, here’s another update.

Sarah’s Talk Like a Pirate Day entry
Sarah’s Minnesotan Farmer entry

So, originally - long, long ago - Pwe and I were going to have a party last night. We eventually realized we were too poor to seed a good party. So, we decided to just have some folks over for cocktails. After a highly amusing day involving quite possibly the funniest roll of film EVER, we bought a buttload of stuff and came home to get our drink on. Heather H. showed up, dressed as a sleeping cavalryman who’d gotten shot while in his longjohns. Amandalee came - and brought me cigarettes! - after she finished watching the special features on Waiting for Guffman. After awhile longer, my Eastside posse arrived - Yuki, Jet, Jeremy, and Grunk, with Ravenna in tow. Half an hour later, ZZ stopped over as well. I was reminded, once again, that there is nothing I love more than watching people I know from completely disparate parts of my life hang out and get along. It was wonderful.

If anyone remembers any of the EXTREMELY FUNNY (but now forgotten due to hangover) quotes from last night, please comment them here. Thanks for coming over, you guys. Y’all ROCK.