*blue balls not included.
Saturday was nothing short of another blast downtown with help from 40+ of my (closest) friends. Thanks go out to everyone that showed (and those especially that helped Amber out with the story).
Some very special “thank-you’s” as they arise: Julio for allowing me to reserve the couches at the front of the bar at Liquid, the door guy from Tramp for allowing my entourage of 20 to skip the line, my gal pals for my gas card, Cathy for making my hair gorgeous, my sister and Mike for taking care of my aunt, Christopher for the sweet omellette at My Friends and the drive home, AT&T for allowing me to make/receive multiple extra minutes of call time with free nights/weekends, and my nipples for not making any unnecessary appearances in digital pictures.
The night never ended! It went straight through a 2 hour nap into the wee hours of Sunday morning and started where we left off at Liquid for a day of Browns humor. Lin-Lin, the pure party-trooper, stuck by my side until around 10pm that night.
Hilarious voice mail from Jeffrey:
Hey Mel, thought it’s around 4 in the afternoon. Thought I’d call you for no reason in the middle of the afternoon and bother you like you and Lin do at 4 in the morning… No real reason.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
