I Was Just a Little Drunk
The girl in the picture is another story. I was taking some pictures of some people I met there, when I backed up a little bit and accidentally kicked this girl. Even though I apologized profusely, I think she didn't think I was sincere. Well, there is nothing more sincere than apologizing on your blog! I forget her name, but I am still sorry.
And if you wanted to see what I looked like that night (before my first martini), I have a picture after the jump.
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jojo - bad brother. but so handsome! sigh ~
hb
Congrats on kicking Courtney Cox.
-JR
I am sad - you were in Miami only 45 minutes away and I missed you - but I guess if you didn't even see your sister I can not complain too much.
Doesn't she know who the hell you are? Does she know how many girls would kill to be kicked by you?
So that's what happened to Mandy from 24. I hope you didn't try to shake her hand.
Who ironed that shirt?
giff,
I am really bad at packing a suitcase. I could have ironed the shirt when I went out, but I am not trying to be metrosexual and nobody I met had a problem with it. However, if we are to meet in the future, I'll make sure to get my shirt dry-cleaned the day before.
thank you.... I would even offer to iron it for you..... my hubby trys to walk out the door in shirts like yours everyday-- to work... to church...heck I think shirtless he might need ironing! I think the fact it freaks me out is my issue, but there you have it...
Well, at least he doesn't have a t-shirt visible underneath it . . .
There is that Bauers
and there is nothing like a man in a fresh ironed shirt with crisp creases that smells a bit like starch...
and then he lays on a bit of good man smell..... that is the kind of shirt we as women want to be wearing in a few hours... word to the wise.