Wow, Monday. I don't want to exchange you for another weekend day, but I'm not sure that I'm convinced that's it actually a weekday…
Anyway. This weekend seems to have been a big one for many people.
Happy Birthday to you, I love and miss you.
Happy wedding to you,
And Happy graduation to you too!
Three years ago in a beat up minivan, my wife and I embarked on a quest. A quest for knowledge, a quest for excitement, a quest like… Oregon Trail, but in reverse.
We lost ann to the heroin, Jed to gentrification, Johnny D. to the Yankees, and had to be still for a few weeks while james healed from a broken heart.
But we made it. hit the print button and gather your proof at the bottom of the inkjet – Tara has her diploma. Holy cats in heat, our quest is over.
To celebrate, we meandered up Tremont street to a little bar that was soon filled with art kids, drag queens, and drunken ballerinas. Yes. Drunken ballerinas. Lots of drunken ballerinas
they were like butterflies…. At a cocktail lounge.
This liquored mix of drinking, dancing and awesome kept us boozed and amused all night long.
And this is why I'm gonna be late to work today. Yeah, Monday.
waffles
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