I am getting old.
I guess 3 is too many when it comes to margaritas. I am a little hungover this morning.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I used to be able to drink 3 margaritas before breakfast AND THEN get up and drive the kids to school.
ANNNYYYYWAYYY…we went to Acapulco’s Gold last night for VDay and had delicious mexican food and the aforementioned ritas. I actually had chicken fajitas which are tex mex and not strictly mexican so this makes me a Mexican’t. Honorarily.
Halfway through the Mexican’t fajitas this group of youngsters sat down and loudly broadcasted to the world that they were, I don’t know if you know, IN A BAND.
Mostly, it was this guy who did all the talking. He knew a lot about Marshall half stacks.
We wanted them to spontaneously combust.
And here we are….
Now, internet, I’ve got to go dowstairs to the gym, sweat out my tequila, put together my interview notes, clean the apartment, clean myself, and get downtown. Dane’s friend Jesse (my friend too) is visiting us tonight so I also should vacuum the tortilla chip crumbs from the couch. I guess.
Good day.
I said GOOD DAY.
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dude, that guy’s smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer at the same time… that’s like the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.
y’all look pretty angry in your pictures (except for the last one, which i believe is kialastockphoto3.jpg - i believe you changed the background to make it look like it was taken at the restaurant)
they probably play really great music, with songs about girts
Songs about Girls…. DAMMIT! I wish I had thought of that! They are so lucky to be the first ones EVER to think of forming a band that sings about girls…. and also the first ones to like Fletch EVER! It must be so nice to be young.
girls?
girts is better
That picture of Angry Dane makes me Happy Joy.
Happy Joy makes us all happy.
I think they sing songs about yurts.
Yogurts.
I love yogurts. And goyurts.
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