This last trip home was one of the best. I got to see a lot of my friends, but the coolest thing was that a lot of my friends got to meet each other! It was a definite example of "my friends are your friends" and did my eyes decieve me or was there exchanging of phone numbers? The exchange was between girls, no doubt with plans of wreaking havoc in the fair city. Without me I might add, hrmph. Just kidding, I love that everyone got along splendidly and I'm just sad I won't be here to partake in the shenanigans. But hey ladies, come out to the UK and I will show you a fine time, hopefully amongst a company of cute British accents.
There's pics in the album, but not nearly enough to show the good times we had that night. Need proof? It comes in the form of:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is beer pong and it is set up somewhere that is not a frat house. You buy a pitcher of beer, find an opponent, and GAME ON.
Speaking of game on:
Aww yeah, shmee is representin' all up and down this wesSIDE! "FRISCO" was us too, as was "LONDON". It probably goes without saying that our scores got progressively worse as the vodka tonics flowed. Oh and "MIYON" was us too of course. Take THAT, Cindy!
On Sunday I went to church and man, that visit is always surreal. My parents' friends have a crazy knack for making me feel like a baby AND and old maid simultaneously via the cunning conversation thus:
Hateful congregation: Sooo did you graduate from college yet?
Innocent Shmi: Uh, I graduated 6 years ago. I'm working now.
Hateful congregation: 6 years ago!! And you're still not married yet? What's holding you up?
Innocent Shmi: ...
Anyway, I don't feel that bad about it, because the church, they are ghet-TO
Yes, those are coffee stirrers in a biohazard container. Yes I used one and no I don't have the bubonic plague. Yet.
But let me end this post on a positive note:
Caiden, dahling, flash a smile for the audience.