I haven't blogged in almost a month.
Christian didn't drink for a month.
Coincidence? I doubt it. (What would I blog about with out my man sized blog fodder? Love you, honey!)
We celebrated him being off the wagon by jumping off of it at 100 miles an hour. Seriously internets. It really hurt.
Yeah, but no, but yeah, but* we did have a really super fun time. We started the evening off at the rink watching Christian play hockey. This was followed by three friends joining us at our place for the evening. We drank vodka and diet pepsi and Redbull and we danced in the living room to country, dance, rap, rock'n roll and pop. Really loud.
Everyone tried to teach me how to two step. Who can't two step you say? Me! I can only polka. Really fast. (Shut up! So what if it's not really the polka. At least I try, right?)
I was the first person to throw in the towel. I woke up to the stereo blasting some Richard Cheese at 7am. Everyone went to bed and left the stereo on. (Two of our guests stayed, ya know, cause we're responsible grown ups. )
Who leaves the stereo on and goes to bed? **cough Christian does!**
*Have any of you watched Little Brittain?
If so, have you ever wanted to ask a British person to say "Compu-ta says nooooo."? I have, and I did ask, and he wouldn't do it for me. Pff.
1 comments:
That was the dude from Manchester. Lazy sodding git!
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