True story. I went to this party where I was a lesbitarian with Amy, wore stretchy pants, ate toast, felt and ate a warm banana, observed water towers, met a magician, got overly obnoxious with Barry, played with nipple clamps, drank waaaay too much tequila, lit fire works, met a cancer survivor, cried about cancer, almost damn near got engaged to Drew (because we bonded and banged heads), unsuccessfully attempted to pry classified information from Scott, got a back rub from Dave, didnt get to drink merlot with Thane, argued with Greg, scared the hell out of Critter (though he was too polite to say), sung about New Jersey, drank scotch, whiskey, drambuie, goldschlager, spilled a glass of wine in my eye, chatted with Box and his lovely family, admired Beeps handling of raw meat at the BBQ grill and had a burping contest with his son, very much enjoyed Ratbastard and didnt really think he was a bastard at all, threw up in front of Ben several times as he stood outside the bathroom door passing me glasses of water.. AND came home with a big gash in my ankle and many unexplained bruises. It was one hell of a party.

One time at band camp that all happened.
True story
Because we are all so cool.
...Even though I didnt get my mug, I'm not bitter.

Also- my Responseworks email address has been down since Friday, so if anyone has attempted to email me, I havent seen it. Resend to me at lauradmsw at gmail dot com and I will let you know when my regular email address is back up and running.