Weekend/Challange Post

so, the last five days have been a whirlwind of debauch. all of the boston kids came into town and we tore it up. special shout to all those guys...especially ludd, quist and pisqualli...all great guys and i enjoyed hanging out with you. for pictures and full input on wazzap, check beans at her site. all the pretty particulars of one of my best friend's wedding should be out for all to see.

as far as the meat feed went, my little brother assed out. that's right, someone was too busy sleeping on saturday to go for the meat, and someone bailed out of the wedding early to "get home and get packed for flying out." i call bullshit, but that is yet another story. i mean, saturday: so you partied till 7:00am...i partied till 6:30 and you didn't see me whining like a little girl! that's right...not even those great big girls we used to play rugby with, but a little girl; one with freckles and pigtails, looking at the empty sugar-cone in her hand and wondering tearfully at the scoop of strawberry bubble-gum ice cream that sits melting on the pavement at her little pink-patent-leather-bowed-feet. you got some work to do to save any scent of baddass that may be hanging around you from contact with me on thursday. that must be why you snuck out of the wedding...to avoid the verbal tongue-lashing that you knew was imminent. well, buck-o, no one gets off that easy, even if you were again and again.

you owe me pain.