Oh What a Night
I’m sipping a soda, still feeling quite swirly from a fun night of drinking. Our ringleader came back to DC for a day to get her passport changed and a happy hour ensued. Very wonderfully like old times. Despite the unhealthy physical aspect it always feels so good emotionally. It’s the very embodiment of “I love you, man!” no, really “I love you, man!”
We’ve aged, gotten different jobs, and in a few cases, married off. The history, stupid jokes and inside information keep us tight, at least on nights like this. We form our own universe for a while.
“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” is every toast. One girl’s neck always smells like cookies. One guy always gets his hair braided. Favorite stories are retold. Like the one about one of our sisters who was about to fight a girl in a wheelchair. The night always goes long. It always ends in kindness and the sort of hospitality where you already know where the glasses are kept, and probably the bedlinens and comfy shirts are too.
We’ve got our own personal photographer who takes many embarrassing and beautiful photos.
I took a load of photos last night that I still need to get off my camera. At least a few will get posted today.
Eventually I’ll make a gallery. Sorry about the delay but I need to work on the backend and format, and please somebody remind me how to make droplet in photoshop. Too many shuddering brain cells in my head right now.
Some images of last night =] peep the peeps
I like hearing other people’s inside jokes cause it’s fun to try to guess what they mean ;)
Jim’s site is cool, too! Very pretty photos.
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