And I can't type. Anyway, I'm 29 years young today. Still trying to recover from yesterday's festivities. I am supposed to go play pool at 6, but I don't care to see alcohol right now. I don't remember all of last night, but I think it was the best Chuqo de Mayo yet. People came from many different parts of the East Coast. My sisters Gloria and Linda friend Matt came up from Florida, Snowdog brought his whole family, Steven came down from New York with his brother Dennis. My grill is broken, the ketchup is brown, and yes, there is writing all over me again. It seems to happen every year.
Posted by yakuza at May 15, 2005 04:01 PM | TrackBack
