Alex, Kelsey, Ben, Grey Cloud, Brock, Will, Mike, Tony, Sam and Fred made the trek and shit, bitches. I've got a touch of the hangover.
And some serious leftovers.
Which has me thinking Sunday dinner, anyone?
Also, my friends graciously watched me on Art's show ("Dude, I'll watch. It's warm in here.") The first time around, I watched with Tim the Trainer. (I hid behind a pillow and cried.) This time, I relaxed in the fact that the boys (Lex, Ben, GC) were in hysterics, both shocked I was actually on television and getting my shitty, obscure jokes.
I. love. my. boys.
Although I maintain that the camera adds 450lbs., I promise to post it when it goes online.
Anyway, it was a lovely 4th. I collapsed onto my bed at 1am and actually made it into an old t-shirt* and boxers. While I had no idea where I was when I woke up (in my bed in my house), at least I wasn't in last nights' ensemble.
And Mike left some spare sparklers!
Which has me thinking photoshoot, anyone?
I hope you folks had a fine Fourth. And I'm glad I got the Trainer hooked on Predator. Because aside from my wonderful pals and my cured meats and my chilled vodka, the fucking Predator marathon made my day...
*The t-shirt I wore to bed was my brother's Marin Catholic Class of 2001 T, upon which Lex, Ben, GC, Kels and Will, etc. were all immortalized on the back. My back. As I slept. Sick!