Went to P-Hops’ place (well, P-Hops’ and Franc’s place now…) for a BBQ as a “joining together of our stuff into one place”-type housewarming celebration thingie. They set everything up so nicely and the food was deelishious. Unfortunately I was raging hungover because apparently I don’t realize I should probably become a responsible adult like everyone else, and I was out until 3:00 am the night before challenging 200 pound men to drinking contests. However, the delicious hot dogs and salad were just the cure for my morning after “I-want-to-die-itis”.
These two are officially the cutest in the world.
It was a very laid back afternoon, mostly because everyone there was so, you know… laid back.
How cute are these guys? Little candid shot of them being all private and smiley together.
Oh Pam. How I wish I could wear short shorts like you do.
Holden was there, being bad-ass with his truck. There was some concern that we had accidentally gotten him drunk on the “beer battered onion” in the potato salad… results were inconclusive. But he was definitely enjoying livin’ life.
Freak-o hairless cat kept a close eye on us from the second-floor window, where the other tenants live. Everyone was giving freak-o cat a hard time because of his freakishness, but I feel bad for him. It’s not his fault he’s a freak.
Anyhoo, after my two hot dogs, multiple servings of salad, and a freezee, I went back home to collapse and continue recovering from my epic hangover while watching Game of Thrones. Molly joined in.
DID ANYONE SEE THE EPISODE LAST NIGHT? MEGA-HUUUUUGE!!! Holy fuck I love that show.