Last night had a couple of old friends over. We got crunk and proceeded to be idiots. One of my friends drove over in his rockabilly '64 Ford. The other was in an '83 Ford piece of shit. I'm sure the neighbors were wondering! They stayed over, the benefit of owning a house with two rooms with couches, so no one has to drink and drive.
Today we went over to the Fort Worth gun show. It was huge this time. I bought two wicked blades for me and one for D. She got the switchblade folder...I got the daggers...
So no church for me tonight...I can't stand crowds anymore. I'd prefer to go on a regular Sunday or just see friends at their house or mine.