In honor of Kim finally posting...

Oh, wait, that's right, she's "Busy" with her "Real Life" (What-ev-aaar).
Okay, how many people just went to check her blog?

bwahahaha!

I'm kidding, and Kimmy knows that I could not be happier that she is too busy up there in the Emerald City(ish) to Return emails AND post. As long as she still writes back...

So ANYWAY, long overdue...

Does every college town have a bar called the Graduate? I loved the one in Chico. The Grad here is, well, I guess they are each appropriate to the towns they are in... sigh.

So this is the way the night went...

There was beer.

 

And it was good.


There were several iced teas of the long island variety.

 

And Baby, they were good.

There were funny stories and rude jokes about the folks who could not make it.

 

And they were fuckin' hilarious.


And then we cried.

 

And my final picture demonstrates why Designated Drivers are such a good idea, because most of my recollections of that night look like this in my head:

 

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