This photograph suggests that Whiskey Marie was in town and that JCrew and I seemingly spent some time with her at Quinlan's last night. But I'll be damned if I actually remember that happening. My guess? Whiskey Marie ruffied me.
There is also a delightful story about me sleep walking down the steps and on to the front porch, where I was intercepted by Chuck, who asked where I was going. To the bathroom, I told him.
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I vehemently deny any roofie-ing that may or may not have happened as my memory of the evening in question is fuzzy, at best. Plus I don't even have a roofie dealer anymore since my old one is currently in jail in Haiti. Or so I've heard, anyways...
What I DO remember is that much fun was had, embarrassing secrets were shared, and a bag of Nacho cheese Doritos with half a tub of Top the Tater was consumed by yours truly at 2:30 in the morning. And if it makes you feel better, years ago after a very blurry night out with my girlfriends, I've been told I tried to pee in a large potted plant. So there you go.
I vote that next time we have tea and scones and discuss Jane Austen novels. (I know, who am I kidding- just humor me.)
There is also the part where I shared a cab ride home with what appeared to be a Backstreet Boy. When we got to his house, he tried to convince me to come inside, telling me that we will date eventually. I deflected his verbal advances, and as I was whisked away by the cab, the driver told me that every night it is the same situation: Backstreet Boy shares a cab with a woman, and spends 10 minutes trying to convince her they will date.
I'm not at all special, it seems.
i like that 2 other people are taking a camera phone picture in the background of your lovely photo.
WM, Chrisa, JCrew: sounds like a combo that should be reunited again soon. with other duluthian ladies (once they are not sharing their bodies with in-utero aliens)
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