It's midnight. Theoretically the end of our party. I can detect that the alcohol is having some effect on me.
It's fun to let people continue to guess who had the first boobular containment issues....
Is Emma the first Buffista baby to attend an annual F2F bash?
That's the word on the street.
Is this what Mr. Scola was standing on a chair to get a pic of?
No. I think he was photographing the dancing to the "Time Warp". But I fear alcohol has clouded my memoryl.
Fuck. The bartenders are leaving with the booze.
No greater injustice has ever been suffered in the history of humanity.
I am home, unimpaired by booze, but a little light-headed from lack of sleep and laughing. (Not lack of laughing.)
No greater injustice has ever been suffered in the history of humanity.
Too bad you're in a dry state. No wait, you're in the one city in America where the MADD chapter had to close and drinking in the street is encouraged. Tom, you're about 60 feet from your next drink should you so choose to exercise that impulse.
You can't tell me there isn't a back up stash in someone's room. Someone
always
has the party room. If you tell me there's no party room, I disown you all.
Today's F2F is brought to you by the letter "B".
Alas, it was not I that sufferd the boobular containment problem. There has been another since the first posted.
There has been another since the first posted.
Was it Debet? She looked like she was poised to sproing.