Oh, no problem. My Springfield friends have children, so I'd be up at the ass crack of dawn anyway.
ND, such enthusiam, it is of the flatter. Let's see how much vodka we can put away. I know I have a place in NO I can crash (aforementioned Tulane prof's apat; she'd probably want to come and what Buffista doesn't love a kinky, pretty young philosophy professor?) but I would prolly bring along an air matress, so I could pick out a bit o' floor for drunken crashing.)
And hey, I'll bring the fishnets -- you can wear them one night, and I'll take the next!
ND, such enthusiam, it is of the flatter. Let's see how much vodka we can put away. I know I have a place in NO I can crash (aforementioned Tulane prof's apat; she'd probably want to come and what Buffista doesn't love a kinky, pretty young philosophy professor?) but I would prolly bring along an air matress, so I could pick out a bit o' floor for drunken crashing.)
And hey, I'll bring the fishnets -- you can wear them one night, and I'll take the next!
These two paragraphs pretty much sum up why I love you so much!
ERIN!!
You must come. I so decree.
I will try! Seriously, the last time I went to NO, I was no joke broke.
I figure if I can't scrounge drinks flasihng my tits, no one can. And hey, I can make up impromtu lewd verse for $2 a pop for passerby.
Dude, it's the punchline to my LIFE.
I will buy you a drink regardless of breast flashing. Not that I'm trying to
discourage
you, mind...
There're going to be breasts?! I might come after all.