Proof that college kids can fake class...
...and I mean that in the nicest way possible. The long awaited cocktail party was last night. It was, quite frankly, fabulous. I created a new version of the deviled eggs recipie, which prompted the new name "devil eggs". Jonathan's best friend Michael and younger brother Byron came down from Dallas for the party/weekend. Poor Byron got mixed drink after noxious drink by Tim and Michael, and was sick as a dog by the end. I believe he moaned "I'm never drinking again..." this morning. Patrick, when you come to visit, I'm not letting you anywhere close to those guys. They will corrupt you beyond all repair.
One of these days I'm going to sketch a cartoon of myself going insane while my eyes are bleeding and drafting equipment swims around my head. Of course, I'm always saying things like that. "One of these days I'll learn to play the harmonica." "One of these days I'll do the dishes." "One of these days I'll pick my flute back up." Et cetera.