Kristin had long ago volunteered to watch the bebe for a few hours so Joe and I could hang out with just adults. Apparantly, her and others went to the sex shoppe for us, to help things along when we were also alone, later in the evening. The note on the end of the bed read:
Broken condom $1
Maternity Suite $22,000
Mom Stealth Mini-Van $12,000
A bunch of people to watch the baby so you can have sex again Priceless
NO PRESSURE
Right. No pressure. Easy for her to say. She didn't wake up the next morning looking at the can of Pussy Whip thinking, "I wonder if that goes bad if not refrigerated?"
You'll live in the basement.
BWAHAHA!
Poor Seanie. At least it's not the garage.
Hey, Jilli, is S&B on tonight?
Hey, Jilli, is S&B on tonight?
Um, I think so? I haven't checked, as tonight is the Peter Murphy show. Peter Murphy!
Poor Seanie. At least it's not the garage.
I'm not that mean.
"I wonder if that goes bad if not refrigerated?"
Does it say, "Non-dairy"?
Some more pics of Sat night (after I charged my battery a bit), plus some stuff from the train ride back: [link]
Ed, we've really been remarkably untaunty.
Eh. Why taunt? They know.
Hi! I'm home. Guess what, it's hot and sticky here. Alas, no Buffistas.
Tom - I need you to send me a copy of the picture of Brendon with Hil and Kristin. Very cute. Bobby took one look and asked how old they were because they were his size. Also very cute.