I officially love Mix 105.1
On the way home from Karla's Dad's surprise birthday party, Mix 105.1 (Orlando's mix of 80s, 90s, and today) played the Dinosaur song that goes, "Open the door - get on the floor - everybody walk the dinosaur." I am totally not kidding (as Molly and I were saying about all these "Fast and the Furious" movies -- look for "We Are So Not Joking This Time, Guys, We Drive Really Freaking Fast And, Actually, Surprisingly Furiously, Too -- No Lie" Summer 2007).
They actually played the Dinosaur song. And I started dancing, which made my mom laugh b/c I was really getting down with my bad self. Until I realized that at the end of the song the guy kills the dinosaur. Then sings, "Everybody kill the dinosaur." Dear God! What violence is this in my 80s dance break? I was appalled. Sadly, it did not hamper my dance moves. How insensitive am I? :-P
Wow, Stephen just called -- he's at his friend's bachelor party that's taking place at a strip club. He bought tickets for the raffle. I was like, "What the crap can you win?" And he said beer or something. I'd be afraid of whatever prize I might get. He already said a chick named Cupcake asked if he wanted to go to the backroom, lol. He said no and then she asked him for a dollar. He said "No, that's ok." He makes me laugh, haha. Here's a picture of he and I at Gatorland, just 'cause.
Oh -- he bought us tickets for "Avenue Q!" Yay! I'm wicked psyched. Woot woot!
Well that's about it for now. I leave you with a picture of Karla and I pretending to drink at Fiddler's Green in Winter Park (where they had her dad's party). The funny thing is that the bottle I'm holding is empty anyway, lol.
PS -- Stephen just texted me. He won sex dominoes. I have no idea how those work. Just the thought is slightly disturbing. Perhaps I've seen them at the Fairvilla Megastore that Karla and I have visited (more than once, lol) at Cocoa Beach? Hmm. Things to ponder. :-P
They actually played the Dinosaur song. And I started dancing, which made my mom laugh b/c I was really getting down with my bad self. Until I realized that at the end of the song the guy kills the dinosaur. Then sings, "Everybody kill the dinosaur." Dear God! What violence is this in my 80s dance break? I was appalled. Sadly, it did not hamper my dance moves. How insensitive am I? :-P
Wow, Stephen just called -- he's at his friend's bachelor party that's taking place at a strip club. He bought tickets for the raffle. I was like, "What the crap can you win?" And he said beer or something. I'd be afraid of whatever prize I might get. He already said a chick named Cupcake asked if he wanted to go to the backroom, lol. He said no and then she asked him for a dollar. He said "No, that's ok." He makes me laugh, haha. Here's a picture of he and I at Gatorland, just 'cause.
Oh -- he bought us tickets for "Avenue Q!" Yay! I'm wicked psyched. Woot woot!
Well that's about it for now. I leave you with a picture of Karla and I pretending to drink at Fiddler's Green in Winter Park (where they had her dad's party). The funny thing is that the bottle I'm holding is empty anyway, lol.
PS -- Stephen just texted me. He won sex dominoes. I have no idea how those work. Just the thought is slightly disturbing. Perhaps I've seen them at the Fairvilla Megastore that Karla and I have visited (more than once, lol) at Cocoa Beach? Hmm. Things to ponder. :-P