Written by E, sent to me and S ----> where E=girl, S=boy, M=ME!
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Dearest Friends:
Today is the day we celebrate the new day of newness...ism. In honor of this special occasion I would like to take this opportunity to say that work is going way to "darn" slow today and I can't wait to leave at 5pm with you guys and freaking get our "new years" on.
Here's the down-low:
4:59:59 Log off our computers
5:00:00 Get our asses out of here
5:15 Get home and diddle around a bit
6:00 Nap Time
7:30 Arise from nap
7:30:02 Drinking begins
7:45 M and E take a shower (not together S, don't get excited... Of course ...it IS a new year - LOL)
9:00 Eat some brie and drink some more and talk about our past year and ideas we have for the new year
10:15 Hit our first/second/third/fourth bars (Tiberan?/King and I?/Brits Pub? Local?)
10:15:01 Upon entering the bar(s) M and E get champagne handed to them. They are told how beautiful they are. They reply, sincerely, "I know."
10:18 - Kisses begin - in less than 20 minutes S gets digital proof that he is fiz-ine in 25 beautiful ways.
10:45 S takes his shirt off to show off tattoo
10:57 S takes his shirt off for the second time
11:15 Hit our final destination bar Newsroom
12:00 Ring in the New Year, Sing "ole lang syde", M gets a text message
12:01 OMG it's F*ing 2004!
12:12 E is looking SUPER tipsy - hits on a very unattractive bald man at the bar
12:13 S takes his shirt off for the bald man E is hitting on... Just because
12:45 Drunken friends start stumbling home
12:46 Drunken friends start singing stupid songs on the walk home and singing random quotes out loud
1:00 Drunken friends eat mac and cheese that E makes with... OMG WE FORGOT THE BUTTER
1:02 Send S out for the butter
2:15 S returns without butter and with 4 sexy French women... In a taxi
3:00 Drunken friends FINALLY fall asleep
11:30am Drunken friends (yes still drunk) eat pancakes, eggs, and coffee and talk about how AWESOME last night was.
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For the record, I thought it was THREE french men, they weren't so sexy, and it was girlfriend S and male friend S who made me ride in the taxi with them. One of these days everyone will realize I'm the brains of this outfit.
Comments
Damnit you're right!
Mags, you are the brains AND the body of the operation. Steve, we're going to have to think what we are in this operation. Neutral control, imagery providers, wrecking crew? Let me know.
Smiles, EM
I like wreking crew...but jester, Chippendale trainee, or pub pilferer work just fine too.
Don't forget cleptomaniacs.