First up, Happy Birthday, Renee!
Second of all, Holla to my Bitchy girls, the ones at the Boathouse who got drizzunk and let loose with a fury. Fuck you, all brother-in-laws sleeping on the couch.
Third of all, word up, Sugar Moms, where I may have lost my phone. That's why you're getting a drunken blog instead of a phone call. You carry Strongbow on tap and I LOVE YOU FOR THAT. Also, way to rock the chocolate cake shot. I hope I was just forgetful and left my phone at home and didn't actually lose it. Sugar Moms, you are the best bar that I didn't know about.
Hello, Skippy, beaverage of LOVE and DELICOUSIOUSNESS. I realize that that's not how you spell that. I don't care. I DON'T CARE.
To Renee, on her birthday -- you commented on being upset about being 25. You know, it's not so bad. Yeah, we're old and we're lost children not knowing where we're going. But it's not so bad. We have time to our credit, and I've known you now for, GOD, 7 years now, and you're awesome. You're someone who I always imagine knowing and keeping tabs on because...because I can say "Cake or Death?" or "Swayzeeist" to you and you get it. You get it, and so does everyone else in this room and that makes us pretty damn awesome. So loook out world. 25 is the new 18 or something. Whatever. You know what I mean. We rock and...
...I love you, and I'm not just saying that because I am drunk.
And that goes for you all out on the intarwebs too.
Second of all, Holla to my Bitchy girls, the ones at the Boathouse who got drizzunk and let loose with a fury. Fuck you, all brother-in-laws sleeping on the couch.
Third of all, word up, Sugar Moms, where I may have lost my phone. That's why you're getting a drunken blog instead of a phone call. You carry Strongbow on tap and I LOVE YOU FOR THAT. Also, way to rock the chocolate cake shot. I hope I was just forgetful and left my phone at home and didn't actually lose it. Sugar Moms, you are the best bar that I didn't know about.
Hello, Skippy, beaverage of LOVE and DELICOUSIOUSNESS. I realize that that's not how you spell that. I don't care. I DON'T CARE.
To Renee, on her birthday -- you commented on being upset about being 25. You know, it's not so bad. Yeah, we're old and we're lost children not knowing where we're going. But it's not so bad. We have time to our credit, and I've known you now for, GOD, 7 years now, and you're awesome. You're someone who I always imagine knowing and keeping tabs on because...because I can say "Cake or Death?" or "Swayzeeist" to you and you get it. You get it, and so does everyone else in this room and that makes us pretty damn awesome. So loook out world. 25 is the new 18 or something. Whatever. You know what I mean. We rock and...
...I love you, and I'm not just saying that because I am drunk.
And that goes for you all out on the intarwebs too.
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I love you more than I can put here, Miss Katie. Thank you.
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