Day 105/365: Kip’s Birthday Party

16april9

And so begins many months of being the sober one at parties. It’s actually not so bad. It keeps me out of trouble and I am permanently hangover-free, which is honestly one of the best feelings ever. Of course, my social anxiety does cartwheels around the room when I can’t get a couple of drinks in me, but I’m just going to have to get over that.

Things you can do while sober at a party: Sniff fancy tequila, Skype with a friend halfway across the world (and taunt him with Papa John’s pizza), drink lots of water, have ice cream cake shoved ceremoniously into your mouth by generous friends, whom I’ve missed bunches.

[Project 365]

‘Hold out your hand, feel my brain burns’

Had a pretty good weekend, despite the weather situation. Had some people over Sunday night. Ate, drank, and cooed at babies. Good times, I’d score it.

It’s time to do some spring cleaning. In every possible way.

Day 255: No Mas!

Day 255: No Mas!

Ansley fought the good fight at Andrew and Sharon’s birthday party, but still managed to get overwhelmed by balls. It happens.

[Project 365]

Day 107: An Important Potato Call

Day 107: An Important Potato Call

I had the hardest time picking a photo for Day 107. And even though there was hot man-on-man wrestling everywhere we went, as well as some excellent Beyoncé impersonations, Mark talking to a potato wins out.

[Project 365]

Day 73: Party Casualty

Day 73: Party Casualty

We didn’t intend to trash Ashley/Will/Semelea/Justin’s house when we went over there for food and fellowship, but we are a whirling dervish of crazy and we leave a path of destruction everywhere we go.

Also, we will spend a substantial amount of time making out with your sweet little dog and possibly breaking his heart. You’ve been warned.

[Project 365]

Day 66: Good Times

Day 66: Good Times

Nick, Kristin, and JR came into town for a visit over the weekend. We had drinks at Ernestine & Hazel’s (sadly, there was a private party going on, so we got stuck in the restaurant part and couldn’t go hang around the bathtub upstairs) and then went back to my place for Summer Brew and silliness with some local yokels that left me and some others with weird inexplicable bruises and scrapes and pains the next day. We are old, apparently, and cannot breakdance and climb trees and hide under tables without paying dearly later. Also, my refrigerator door handle broke, but I found it, thanks to Ashley jogging my memory. There is more, I’m sure. There always is.

[Project 365]