Last Friday five of us decided to get together for a very informal and catty potluck in the backyard. Me and Sea Squirt, our favorite lesbianated couple and a recently divorced homo. Beer, booze, bbq and bitchiness. What can be more fun than that??? It was cheese and crackers, beer, nachos grande, booze, chicken wings and bongs. Hell, we were so loud the airport actually had to change the final landing approach just to keep from disrupting the passengers. Oh, yeah, a whole lot of "F-bombs" that night.
We were celebrating a birthday (I have no idea who's), a first time formal speaking engagement, the touching of an actual-factual Congresswoman earlier in the day (strange but true), a train and worm (???), a new iPod, the group trashing of an ex and locking ourselves out of the house. Needless to say, a good time was had by all. How any of us made it home safely is beyond me, especially the lesbianated hostess's with the mostess's. And we were in their backyard!!! We love them more than we love our luggage!!! It's true!!!
Pictures have been showing up in our email. OMG, how lit were we all that night??? Sea Squirt and I look like Helena Handbasket, another one of us is apparently engaged to a box of crackers and the dog is is so embarrassed he is actually holding a gun to his head and begging for release from the madness. In one picture you can actually see a passenger in a plane with a window seat giving us all the finger. "Adults" should never be allowed to gather in groups without a sober guardian equipped with a cattle prod, a Tazer and a "Naughty Chair" to tie us into. Ah, summer, I love it...
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