With any luck, none of this will ever get out...
I think the briefer I keep this entry, the more absurd my weekend will seem, so here goes:
Homoerotic Friday. A bunch of naked guys, a camera, a bird's beak and a pirate suit.
Sticky Saturday morning. Dan couldn't hold down his breakfast cereal, so Byron and I took it in the face. We also happened to be wearing boy scout shirts and towel loin cloths. Again there was a bird's beak.
Surreal Saturday night. Lot's of rucous. I got kidnapped by bandits in a van, hog tied, and left to fend for myself on the hood of my car. Julia to the rescue.
I haven't slept in my own bed yet.
Homoerotic Friday. A bunch of naked guys, a camera, a bird's beak and a pirate suit.
Sticky Saturday morning. Dan couldn't hold down his breakfast cereal, so Byron and I took it in the face. We also happened to be wearing boy scout shirts and towel loin cloths. Again there was a bird's beak.
Surreal Saturday night. Lot's of rucous. I got kidnapped by bandits in a van, hog tied, and left to fend for myself on the hood of my car. Julia to the rescue.
I haven't slept in my own bed yet.