Oh holy lord. As Steve said, "Mother's lock up your sons. Wives keep a good eye on your husbands." Le Serial Cynica (Keira) and I are arranging another Le Blesséd Event™ in a month's time and there ain't nothing you can do to stop us. Unless of course it's while we're on our way to the bar and you're offering to pick up the tab.
How do I know Keira? We met in college in one of our dopey programming classes. We mostly never went to class and cheated off of each other as much as possible, which of course is why we got along so well. We understand each other. A little give, a little take, a puff of this, a shot of that, and we're toast. We may not have spent much time together actually attending class unless we were collectively hung over, too hung over in fact to forget we never went to class, but we did see an awful lot of each other when we partied. Oh the partying. The tables we danced on, the hearts we broke, the hot little outfits we wore, the cross country trip... *sigh*. Due to our antics I actually had my 3 roommates believing I was a well-paid stripper. An understood arrangement, of course, cuz they never asked and I never told. Oh the fun I had with those roommates. Ha ha... good times, good times. I'm sorry, my eyes are glazing over in happiness as I remember the freedom of being 23 again.
Digressing...
As I was saying, I've known Keira for a long time. She's gorgeous, witty, incredibly funny, has an insatiable need for getting everything free, has the mouth of a soapbox sailor, and in short is basically my twin sister. Only I'm the well-behaved one. She has a birthday coming up, I have a birthday coming up, and we are looking to make Trouble with a capital Awwyeah. She lives in Orlando which means her flying to Minneapolis is strictly out of the question under every circumstance. Florida it is and what with my impending novel in the works we have some *SERIOUS*, serious research to do if I'm going to get the darn thing right.
On the agenda:
I'll refrain from telling you the rest as I'd rather not get arrested before the trip. But I assure you, fun will be had and aliases will be used. Oh yes, there is much fun to be had. Hee hee, Happy Birthday to us!
Comments
Party on darlings...I remember those days to well and oh how they were wonderous...*sigh*
Well-behaved my 13-days-away-from-turning-30 ASS!! Don't let her little dimpled smile and love of all things pink and furry fool you. Behaved she is not. Or at least she had better not be over the course of Le Blessed Event ;))
I'm sure she has a super secret side we don't know about :)