On Saturday, the kids all poured out to see Colleen and help her celebrate her twenty-ninth birthday. Again. First, we crowded the booths at 7B to watch the Cowboys get their asses kicked. Then, unable to find a bar large enough to contain our love, we created an impromptu party back at the girls’ place.
The evening turned into your standard St. Marks late night affair—all sorts of drunken living room dancing. Of course, in the end, it just got ugly.
Happy Birthday Colleen!
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On an unrelated note, last night I cleaned my place and cooked chicken and dumplins. Sometimes staying in is a thousand times better than going out.
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SOTD: On my way to work today, all I noticed was discarded Christmas trees, which are so pathetic looking. My friend Rachelle, took some pictures of trees in her neighborhood.