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here i am at my whitest sitting directly under a skylight.
sorry for the lack of err uh everything lately? been busy. last nite was the NXNE conference where-in i legendarily tie one the f on but not this year, thanks to twitter, this guy sat in a booth hunched over attempting to live-tweet the event but thanks to the internet provider being down, no one could get online so i had to use an iphone, a funked-up blackberry then fil’s once he finally turned up. if you know me i am not good with the change, i’m still using that free phone i got at least 3 years ago (big-ups mads!) and it sure as shit doesn’t connect to the internet.
thankfully i had the keynotes of the speech pre-printed out, brendan and i tag-team status updated the shit out of ‘em til we got through ‘em all then i finally got up after three+ hours and went to the bathroom where i stuffed the entire back of my stevie dress into my tights. i swear to god if that generous lady didn’t tell me about it before leaving the john on top of how sweaty on edge stressed i was feeling i’d have fucking exploded. she said wow you sure woulda made a lot of friends. ha ha.
inevitably (like last year) to kick us all out they force you to cash in all yer beer chips and then your table looks like this:
can we do this at a winery next year please?
last year the following day bunny turned up to spend my two day hangover with me. this year i’m feelin’ fine for se’ers.
in-part thanks to brosz7 who came to lend a hand. i got a god burn in on him last nite he’s like gill looked at me in the middle of talking and said you cut your hair i go yeah a home haircut he goes shut up it was my first time i blart out IT SHOWS!
zing.
we all turn into our parents someday.
hi KR!
girl time. they all went to watusi. jeals.
nostalgic shot for my bro.
rowan has no recollection of dancing with me last year.
brendan is a champ.
andy and some athAletes.
babysitting fee is $10 an hour or, beer chips. rowan copied my hello kitty mousepad then we had a serious discush regarding HK, super dupes serious. here and here.
why didn’t you guys just boat race all those beers?
WHAT IS the potato thing? I’m so hungry.
no sympathy here. in the spirit of one-upsmanship, a buddy once got 15 caesars at last call, giving rise to the catch phrase, who orders 15 caesars at last call.
never trust anyone who uses the word party as a verb, but good job partyin.
holy you look like 4 years old in that first pic
thanks, that’s what i was goin’ for!
xenia that potato was like a potato skin – cheese bacon mmm
yesterday i walked through the office with dress tucked in my tights until someone yelled up to me on the mezzanine ‘casie! dress!’ in front of everyone. completely mortifying.
When I was visiting Italy a few years back with a bunch of officer’s wives I purposely tucked my sundress into the back of my big red panties I was wearing because the Italian beers were far too delish. I walked out of the bathroom then joined them on the streets of Vicenza and they were all freaking out and I was all ‘What?!’ as I strutted down the street. It was a super enjoyable moment in my life. You can do these things in foreign countries and it is OKAY!!
You looked like your mothering insticts were coming out with Rowan – I am just going to have to die when you-n-fil finally have a kidlet – If you have a girl, I swear to god I will be your nanny for FREE!!
oh man hahaha too many things to comment on here
Brendan is hhhhhot!