Fey Does It Again!

Seriously, she cracks me up. This skit rivals the last one I posted although I'd have to say I only snorted once while watching this one. :) Love it!

You Win Some, You Lose Some

The actual reason we went to Vegas was for the ISU/UNLV football game. The UNLV folks are a bit different than us ISU fans. I'm not sure if all of you are familiar w/ tailgating festivities at ISU, but we enjoy it (thoroughly). What I mean by this is if the game is at 6 pm, we are out tailgating by noon (at the very latest). If the game is at 11 am, we are lined up to get into the stadium parking lot by 5 am. Some may call this extremely ridiculous. I call it extreme fun! We really know how to throw a tailgate party and are proud of our tailgating skills.

The second our bus pulls into the UNLV parking lot we realize that these UNLV folks just don't kick it like us ISU fans do. The lot is empty and it is only 3 hours until game time. When the lot finally begins to fill up we realize that it is not filling w/ UNLV fans but with more ISU fans. There are more people who traveled extreme distances to come to this game than those that only needed to drive 10 miles. I couldn't believe it. Does this team not have any fans? And if it does then why aren't these fans tailgating (ie: partying!)??? How strange.

Not to disappoint our ISU standards we set up camp and begin the drinking. Heavily. We were even drinking shit (aka the worst whiskey EVER). Kara even did a flabongo! We weren't messin' around. We finally head into the game and I will admit that UNLV does have one thing over us at ISU. They serve liquor/beer in their stadium. I've been informed this is b/c the stadium is not on school grounds and is not owned by the university. Regardless, they should definitely have more fans if they can drink in their stadium. What is up w/ that?!?! We promptly order beers and find our seats. The beers go down like water. We get more beers. The beers are no longer satisfying us. We need something more. So we get mixed slushy drinks = awesomeness. These drinks were strong. They were delicious. I chugged it. I missed out on half the game. From what I remember we sucked through the first half, made a come back in the 3rd quarter and tied it, then went into OT and lost due to a stupid mistake. I can't recall what the mistake was, but I do remember yelling insanely at the field that we sucked. We leave the game and head back to our bus area...wasted. The grass they had there was so soft it felt like velvet under my feet. I was running around barefoot and rolling in the grass. You'd have thought I was high on magic mushrooms or something. Nope, just incredibly, ridiculously intoxicated. The bus ride home was a blast. For some reason our drunk asses kept yelling "oompah!" Don't question it, just let it go. We get back to our room and I hit the bed. I say I need only 20 minutes to rest up and then I'll be ready to party. Yeah, right. Those 20 minutes turned into 3 hours when I was awoken by my hubs and friends coming back to the room for the night. Oops.

Warning: Overconsumption can cause early passouts.

Oh well, fun was had. Extreme tailgating fun. And at least I didn't puke at the table. :)

Everything’s More Funny When Drunk

There are few things that are as funny when you are sober as compared to when you are three shits to the wind.* One such instance is taking pictures. Ordinary pictures just will not do after you’ve been drinking. We took this to the extreme while in Vegas. The people in our photos became victims of the Unnecessary Close Up. We would ask our friends to pose for a photo op and then zero in on one person and zoom in as close as possible. They would unknowingly have a close up shot of their face plastered back at them when asking to view the picture on the camera (b/c they always ask to see it) and then be horrified at the prospect of someone being able to see their blackheads/boogers/wrinkles, etc when zooming in on the pic. This provided endless entertainment for us while drunk. Every time we’d break up in fits of laughter and pass the camera around for all to see. Say CHEESE!


Another such instance that is funny sober but WAY more funny drunk is fake facial hair. We were thoroughly entertained by this fake facial hair at the ISU/UNLV game for probably a whole quarter worth of the game. This explains why I don’t remember much of the actual game playing. But really, fake facial hair is so much more fun than football! Right? Well, if you’re drunk it is! Endless fun!


I seriously don't know how we ever got to be so damn fucking cool.

*Yes, I know the correct saying is sheets, however shits is more fun to say.

Another One of Those Days

It's another one of those days. I walk into the office and I am greeted with instant annoyance. Somehow a man has gotten to our roll over line (which I always have to answer) and is asking for a commercial loan. I transfer him to my boss to deal with. These calls really should not come through our roll over so it is always awkward when they do. In fact, I recognize this man's voice from a call I had on Tuesday. He had called and was asking for the same thing except at that time no one was in the office for me to transfer him to b/c it was lunch time. So I was trying to be as helpful as possible and I ask to take down his information so that I could have someone get back to him. He seemed adamant about getting into the voicemail of someone, however I can't just put him into someone's voicemail without knowing at least a little bit about what he is needing. So I ask him to give me at least a little of an idea about his needs. He is very vague and finally just flat out hangs up on me. At 1st this really pissed me off. Here I was, trying to be as helpful as possible and he is a fucking prick to me. I find it incredibly rude for someone to hang up on another person. I'm one of those people who even feel bad hanging up on telemarketers b/c hey, they are people too! (They must really love me). And then I felt bad for not being able to help him. I didn’t want him to have a bad image of our company and I hated not being able to do what he needed. So he left me feeling bad and pissed at the same time.

Anyway, today I recognize his voice and put him through to my boss. He is really happy w/ me this time around. About 3 minutes later my boss walks out and says to me that he was a recruiter and had no need for a commercial loan. It was just his ploy to get to speak to someone in the department. Now I'm really pissed. Not only was he rude to me 2 days prior, but he was completely lying to me about his reason for calling. I had felt bad for not being helpful after he had hung up on me the first time and it pissed me off that he had made me feel bad. And also, why doesn’t he want to recruit me? Am I not good enough? WTF asshole? I really need a raise to put up w/ this kind of shit.

How Long Should a Vegas Hangover Last?

I got back from Vegas in one piece on Monday afternoon. One piece that feels all beat to hell. I’m so tired I feel like I must be 90 years old and missed my afternoon nap. And to top it off I got a sore throat last night that is so very painful. I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas. When I am there I love it. Love it so much it hurts. And that is why when I leave there I hate it. My body/liver hates me for loving Vegas and it takes me for what seems like an eternity to recover.

We had an absolute blast while in Vegas. I consumed a good amount of Miami Vice’s poolside and a TON of beer/cranberry vodkas in the casinos. We about broke even w/ the gambling, but lost when you factor in all we spent on everything else (however all the free alcohol has to count for something, right?). Although I did come home w/ a new Coach purse courtesy of my loving hubby and me being able to talk him into getting me my anniversary present 2 months early. Now I have to think of something really good to get him when it actually is our anniversary. Any ideas???

Vegas really does get the suckers and we were no exception. You’d think we’d know better having been to Vegas on several occasions. On our final day there 2 of my girlfriends (Angie & Andrea) and I decided we’d done enough poolside and wanted to do some shopping so we headed across the street to Caesar’s. After shopping for some time we come across a gelato stand with a man behind the counter yelling at us as to what flavor we wanted to sample. Now, none of us were really hungry since we had eaten only about an hour prior, but well, it’s a free sample!

Sucker punch #1: He lured us up to the counter and whipped out our choice of flavor for the free samples, then proceeded to give us as many free samples as we requested. And good gracious it was delicious. It was heaven in a cup. The free samples alone pretty much filled us up, so why would we need to order any? B/c he made us feel like we had to after so much free yummy goodness. Damn him.

Sucker punch #2: Andrea ordered the small size banana gelato and went around to pay for such said “small” gelato. Turns out this is not a small, however this is the smallest size they have displayed, so you are in the belief that you are getting the smallest size, however it is actually a medium.

Sucker punch #3: The prices are not shown, nor do we ask how much this delicious gelato is. I mean really, how much could about ¼ cup of gelato cost? $7-8 max right? Wrong. Let’s try $14. This stuff had better be made of gold or contain liquor or something that will make us extremely happy for that price. Andrea tried to run around and tell Angie not to proceed w/ getting any due to the inexcusable price, however it was too late. That damn gelato man sure was fast to fill up those stupid little cups.

And the worst part of it all is that the gelato couldn’t even be finished b/c none of us were hungry. Freaking gelato salesman really got us good didn’t he? What a douchebag.

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Here's some random pics from the weekend (I'll get more up later):

Bartels, Tai, Kyle, Ang & Andrea (A & A are otherwise known as "The Gelato Suckers")

The whole table of us at The Palm Restaurant

My honey & me

The Vegas Ladies

So Funny I Snorted

I'm sure many of you have already seen this, but for those of you who haven't you should take the 5 1/2 minutes and watch it. It's funny. Seriously funny. I really did snort. Just a little. Okay, a lot. I'm a snorter. I admit it. So sue me.

Vegas, here I come Baby!

Mama Said Knock You Out! *

I’ve got updates and pictures and all good stuff to post, however I’m too busy to get it downloaded! I was out of town last weekend to visit the family and friends (and unfortunately watch ISU get beaten by Iowa, boo) and this week hasn’t slowed down since I’ve been back! I’ve taken up a kickboxing class on Tuesday nights w/ my neighbor, Beth. This is interesting for a few reasons.

1. I’m extremely weak. I couldn’t do a single pull up if I tried.
2. I hate physical activities (well, except for one physical activity, but we’ll just leave it at that)
3. I’m completely inflexible and kickboxing requires at least some semblance of flexibility.
4. I HATE to sweat. Absolutely hate it. Despise it really.

However, it is not unexpected b/c of one thing: **I love to hit and kick things. And by things it usually ends up being Wade. (Sorry hun, luv u!) :) During the summer months I get to take this aggression out at volleyball, however since that ended over a month ago I’ve been dying to hit/kick something/someone/anyone/even a baby. (Just kidding, I’m not a baby kicker).

Anyway, last night I had a happy hour to attend to prior to my kickboxing class and may I suggest that drinking prior to kickboxing is not a good idea. I thought I was going to pass out during class. My body wanted to sweat, really it did, but I was too dehydrated from drinking several beers beforehand that instead I just panted and ran back and forth to my water bottle. It was a sad sight I’m sure. Also, big shocker here, drinking does not improve your balance and for someone who is a major klutz when completely sober this is a bad thing. I was trying to kick the pads and would end up tripping or stumbling. Then when another guy in my class had his turn to punch the pad I was holding I couldn’t stop from falling backwards. Granted, this guy was bigger than me and much stronger than me and he acted like he was kicking the shit out of someone he really hated. I was sure something like this was about to happen to me out of his obvious rage:

Thank God he had good aim with all that pent up anger and I didn’t get punched in the face. I would have been mega pissed at him. Hell, it’s only kickboxing class, we aren’t in a friggin ring here people!

Tonight I will be going to get a badly needed pedicure. My feet will thank me for sure. They’re in bad shape right now. Then I get to head home and begin laundry and packing for Vegas since tomorrow night we’re going to be grilling w/ B & E for B’s b-day. He’s old now too. Yay!

We leave Friday morning for a long weekend in Vegas and I couldn’t be more excited. We have a HUGE group of friends going. To be honest I don’t even know who all will be there for sure b/c there are so many. We’re staying at the Flamingo and it promises to be an absolutely fantastic time. We’ll be lounging poolside sipping Miami Vice’s and we’re going to the ISU/UNLV game on Saturday afternoon. Go Clones!
Last time we were in Vegas for my bachelorette party (which explains the tiara); Kara, Nik, Me & Ang

I’ll be sure to post some pictures and updates when I return on Tuesday. Until then, I’ll miss you all and have a great weekend!

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… Yeah, right. You know I can’t keep secrets!

*Props to LL. He rules.

**I'm not sure why I love to hit and kick things. I guess I have some pent up anger issues or something. I'm sure some psychologist could make something up about it. I really just think it's fun though. Oh, and I never truly hurt Wade. Refer back to my reason #1 as to why it's weird I'm in a kickboxing class.

Beware of Psychotic Dogs

I just had to post this b/c I crack up every time I look at it. For those of you who have had the ultimate privilege of meeting my baby (aka dog), Kobe, I think you'll get a chuckle out of it.

This was taken last weekend at our Buzzards & Beer get together. There were 2 other dogs there enjoying the free run of Josh's huge yard. Kobe is not a social dog. He only likes one other dog, Bo Naughty, which is Wade's grandma's dog. I think they may be gay for each other b/c they are constantly wrestling and humping. Anyway, any other dog he will usually tolerate and sometimes even play with (for a maximum of 10 seconds I think), but he definitely is a dog who needs to be the only fur muffin in his household b/c he gets irritated by them fast. One of the other 2 dogs at the get together was Bailey; a large mixed breed who was probably around 50 pounds. Bailey was VERY interested in Kobe. However, as you can see, Kobe was NOT interested in Bailey. (Note Bailey's nose in the lower right of the pic)

Here's your laugh for the afternoon:

Everyone smile!
Kobe's snarls don't scare anyone although he looks mighty vicious, doesn't he? Haha...right.

Happy Friday everybody!

We Will Remember

Everyone remembers where they were the moment they heard of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. I was at my ex’s house and had just woken up. I was walking to the front door to head to my place and get ready for class (yes, the walk of shame). His roommate was watching the TV and looked at us and said “you’re not going to believe this”. He was right. I remember staring at the TV and thinking to myself, it’s got to be a bad joke. Is today April 1st?

The rest of the day went by in a blur of complete shock. I went to class just to tear myself away from the TV and all the horrible images, but I still couldn't get it out of my head. It was impossible for me to comprehend the massive size of this tragedy at first. I knew it was bad, but it wasn’t until later when they started with the videos from ground zero, watching the people run in fear covered in dust, watching the people jump from the windows instead of burning to death, and then the listing of all the casualties and watching the number tick higher and higher, that it really sunk in hard. These are innocent Americans. People who have families; mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents and children. Americans who love their lives filled w/ freedom and peace. Why would someone want to take that away? What cowardly bastards would do this type of thing to our great country?

I didn’t have any friends or family in New York and no one I knew was flying at the time so I was lucky to not have been affected by it in that way. However it was impossible to not let it affect you in some way. I went to church w/ my roommate, Kristin. She is Catholic, I am Lutheran, but I joined her at her church since I didn’t belong to one in my college town. It was the most heartbreaking and touching sermon I have ever attended. I am sad to say, that was the last time I’ve been to church (not counting weddings and such). I really need to find a church up here. We’ve been living here for 4 years now. Although I wouldn’t say I am the greatest Lutheran, I am a firm believer that you can have a relationship with God anywhere and not just by attending a church. But still, I’m putting it on my to-do list.

So, where were you when you first heard of the attack?

Victims of 9/11 R.I.P.

We will never forget you.

Mustachioed Men

I started thinking after I put up my last post that some of you may be wondering why the hell the guys grew moustaches. It's quite simple really. They are dorks. But then again, most men are. Haha... :)

Okay, the real story behind the staches:

Last year at Buzzards & Beer some of the guys decided that they would play Edward 40 Hands. For those of you who don't know what Edward 40 Hands is here is a picture to explain it...

And this is what happened to 2 of the 3 that finished...



Basically you duct tape two 40's to your hands and can't take them off until you finish them. This means either you pee your pants or you drink them fast. It results in a lot of drunken messes.

This year for some reason they decided they wanted it to be called Eduardo 40 Hands and they would start to grow a stasche 2 weeks prior just to fully participate whole heartedly in the game. (Travis being the over achiever he is, started 3 weeks in advance. That is what makes his porn-tastic.) Anyway, since we had a keg and a lighter attendance this year they decided not to buy 40's and so the stasches were grown for no reason other than a good laugh by all. I know I laughed. A lot. And then told Wade the second he got home to shave it. It looked like I was married to a pre-pubescent 12 year old. Now thats robbing the cradle!

Good times.

I Feel So…. Old (yikes!)

I’ve noticed a few things slowly come about as I’ve been progressing through my 20’s. Being that I am less than a year away from 30 really has me starting to feel “old”. Well, actually, let me rephrase that. Mentally I'm still not feeling old but I feel like I should act older, closer to my age. B/c I sure don’t think I act like a soon to be 30 year old. However, I’ve noticed that my body wants to make me stop and slow down and act like I’m older than I feel. I get cramps and crinks in my muscles and bones that I never used to get. I’ve got more wrinkles popping up what feels like daily. And I’ve got fat that will not, absolutely flat out refuses, to leave my ass!

This past weekend we spent out at our friend’s cabin up north for our annual “Buzzards & Beer” event. We fry up some turkeys and buy a keg and enjoy every last drop of it all. We also enjoyed playing games. The usual drinking games like corn hole (aka: bags), tippy cup, and beer pong were played, but then someone brought out whiffle ball. We played this last year for a bit however it was cut short when Wade decided to slide into 1st and tear off Erika’s big toe nail. Thank goodness she was drunk otherwise that would have hurt like a mo’fo! Regardless, last year I handled it all in stride and had a blast. This year seemed to be a different story. I thought I was doing good. I hit the ball the majority of times up to bat and made several runs in. However, towards the end of the game (when my team was completely schooling the other team) I had to hit and run back to back at least 4 times. Those 4 times in a row running really got me exhausted. I was out of breath and sweating. It’s pretty sad. But the real bummer hit me the next day when my body was aching sore like I had just been in a boxing match against Mike Tyson, but I still had both my ears. (Now THATS scary!)


WTF?!? Seriously. All I did was whack a ball and run a few laps around the bases. I’d say probably a total of 6 times. That is all it takes now to get my body feeling like I got run over by a truck??? My body is lame.

The kicker of it all is that even after all that running around my body still had to hang onto those 4 extra pounds I’ve been trying to lose since June. Getting old, you suck! When I was younger I would lose weight by lifting a Butterfinger to my mouth. Seriously. I’m a sad panda.

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Here are some pics from the weekend:

Here are the guys w/ their stasches. They are quite proud of them. Wade looks like a 12 year old boy who hasn't fully gone through puberty yet. Josh's is good, but since he left the soul patch you can't get the full stasche effect. I'd have to give Travis the award for stasche most like a porno stasche. Classic and disturbing at the same time... Oh yes, he wants you.












Here's a close up of Wade's barely there stasche. And this was 2 weeks worth of growth. Contain yourself ladies... He's spoken for. Haha...


Here is Wade doing a wheelie. He soon crashed his ass while doing one and had to do this to get his muffler back into place...


Beer pong!
Danielle loves her porno man and his hot, sexy boots. They go perfect w/ the stasche.

No divorce for me!

Why Wade and I won't get a divorce

Ever since Wade and I got Dish and along with it 2 DVR’s we rarely fight over the TV anymore. Although I am the one who has 95% of the current shows set up to record, so this sometimes causes a conflict, but not compared to what our life was like pre-DVR! Thank you DVR! You’ve saved my marriage (and my ever expanding couch potato ass!)

This is great since Wade and I have vastly different tastes in TV shows. While he prefers things that contain motorcycles, hot chicks (no, not the type w/ feathers), history, engines/motors, or any kind of racing (but preferably motorcycle racing), I prefer things with drama, drama and more drama (oh, and sometimes Animal Planet, they just have so many cute critters!) I think the reason I like this TV smut is b/c I prefer to keep the drama on the screen and out of my real life. Yet, given the chance for some drama in my life, I generally tend to jump right in. Why is that? I seriously contradict myself…

Back to the real subject. There are only 3 TV shows that I can think of that we can both agree to DVR; “The Office” “The Family Guy” and “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia”. These shows are seriously hilarious, laugh-so-hard-you-fart-out-loud funny.

I’m especially excited for the new seasons to start, and I’ve got a hefty list to prove my TV addiction.

Currently on DVR:
Nip/Tuck (Sometimes I can get him to watch this w/ me since there are usually hot chicks and plenty of skin shown, but this is the one exception)
Grey’s Anatomy
Desperate Housewives
The Bachelor/ette (This is a serious addiction for me and a sad, pathetic one at that)
Gossip Girl (I know I’m too old to watch this, I don’t care)
ANTM (America’s Next Top Model)
Project Runway
DWTS (Dancing w/ the Stars)
Private Practice
Brothers & Sisters
Samantha Who?
Chuck (He’s such a cute nerd)
Dirty Sexy Money
Pushing Daisies
How I Met Your Mother
Extreme Home Makeover

New shows this season that I want to watch:
Kath & Kim
My Own Worst Enemy
The Ex List
90210 (Saw this Tues. night and have now programmed it into my DVR to give it another go round. I’m hesitant to think it can even compare to the original… And yes, I’m too old for this one too, whatever.)
Privileged
Worst Week

Shows I’m sad didn’t make it to another season:
Big Shots
Cashmere Mafia
Dirt
Men in Trees
Notes from the Underbelly
Miss Guided

I wonder... has my life been taken over by TV? Is my life so boring that I need to watch other people’s (some real/some acted) lives? Once I made this list it appears that way. Although I don’t find my life boring at all. I think I just have too much free time. I need a hobby. Something other than shopping and drinking (although I think those are 2 very acceptable hobbies). Any suggestions? And what TV shows are you most excited about?

Get out and play! (haha…yeah, right)

A good weekend for the fair, a booze cruise and, oh yeah, puking at the table in front of my friends

Oh yes, what a weekend we had. It started out very promising. Wonderful weather for attending the MN State Fair. We headed down on Friday night for some fried food and beers accompanied by the entertainment of watching the “fair folk”. I consumed an over abundance of cheese curds and some fried pickles, drank a few brews, played 2 midway games and by then we were bored. The people watching was fairly boring this year for some reason. I kept wondering why every chick I saw was dressed like they are going to go clubbing downtown? Didn’t they realize they were at the FAIR? So we headed home and had a few more brews, Wade tried to get us to watch Dolemite (see previous post on how I felt about that movie) and then we called it a night. All in all, a nice night w/ a general lack of excitement, but it was still fun.

Saturday was promising to be a fun time. We did some housework during the afternoon (not the fun part) and then got ready for the booze cruise. Zach, a friend of mine since elementary school, invited us to join him and some other friends on Lake Minnetonka for a 3 hour cruise around the lake. I was really looking forward to this since I’ve never been on one and have been wanting to since we moved up here 3 years ago. The night was perfect for it too. We met some new people who were all very nice and fun to talk with and then decided to continue the booze fest downtown. Zach graciously offered us his 2nd parking spot in the enclosed garage at his condo downtown and we headed out. This is where things get fuzzy for me. Considering I had already consumed a number of drinks on the booze cruise I was feeling pretty good, and I think I only tripped once while walking from Zach’s to the bar, not too bad considering the heels I was wearing. We get to the bar and I was having a blast. And things were going great. And then the shots were ordered. Who ordered me the first shot is a hazy memory. I can’t really recall. But I do remember gagging to keep it down. This should have been my first indication to stop. Instead I ordered myself a new drink to get the taste of that nasty shot out of my mouth. By this time EVERYONE in the bar is my new BFF. And lucky me, one of my new BFF decides to order me another shot. Why? Why? Why? But the better question is why did I take it? Well, in actuality, I only took ½ of it. It was huge and nasty, and I about puked when I took it. So I apologized to my new BFF and told him I couldn’t finish it unless he wanted to see what the insides of my stomach looked like. He agreed that he did not want to see that, so I thanked him and went back to my table. Little did I realize that within the next 15-20 minutes my whole table would get to see that not so pleasant site.

(I apologize before hand b/c the next part of this story is disgusting, I am humiliated by it, and am vowing to never have it happen again. I’m really not even sure why I am divulging this to you all, but it is the truth. I am a lush and a bad one at that.)

As I am sitting at the table I suddenly get hot; I mean sweating, gross hot. My mouth started watering and I’m pretty sure my face turned an unattractive shade of white. I knew I was going to hurl. I also knew there was no way I could make it all the way downstairs to the bathroom in time (seriously, who makes a bar w/ the bathroom all the way in the basement???). In that nano-second before my stomach contents came out to play I determined I would rather toss my cookies into an empty cup sitting at our table than in the stairwell where it would most likely end up on some poor disgusted bar patron. So I grabbed a cup, turned to my side, and let it fly. In that second I’m sure poor Zach regretted inviting me along that night and I’m also sure Wade regretted ever marrying me. How humiliating. Thank God I couldn’t see my friends faces (most of whom I had just met that night) as I tossed my cookies at the table. I’m sure most of them looked like this:

I don’t really remember leaving the bar at that point. I’m sure Wade grabbed me as fast as he could and took me out of there. We found a cab and headed home. Being the gracious pukee that I am, I continued to get sick while in the cab but I made sure every last drop of it went outside the car. I know the driver HATED me; however he should have been pleased that none of it ended up inside the car. You are welcome Mr. Cabbie.

Wade says I drink like a college freshman. I disagree with that though. I never did throw up in a cup at the bar my freshman year. Although it would have been much more acceptable had I done it back then rather than 10 years later. What a bad night it ended up being. To those of you who had to witness that unbelievably disgusting site, I apologize. A very deep down, honest apology. And Zach, should you ever consider inviting us out sometime again please realize, that’s not in my normal routine.

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In other, less mortifying news, we got the bench seat built on the deck. And when I say we, I mean Wade. Yay Wade! Now it just needs to be stained to match the rest of the deck and we’ll be set. The railing is going to wait until next year. It’s not even required for code, however we thought w/ all our drunk friends (i.e.: ME) we’d want something to stop their fall over the 2 foot edge. Safety first!