this afternoon deirdre, melissa, and molly came over for a quick trip to the slides. the seward street slides are only a few blocks from my house, however they are a trip down the hill and then back up, only to go down and back up again. we started off with a glass of champers (i sort of hate that word, but champagne is pretty stuff sounding), and then walked on over.
after going down the slides (no scrapes or real bruises, amazing!), we came to my place where we drank some more. after a few hours (where randall played mr. perfect husband and pretended not to be there except for the part where he grilled us up the delicious food), we decided it would be fun to go down the slides again. so deirdre convinced randall to drive us the few blocks, and he did. this time molly and i went down face first, and luckily our faces are still intact.
afterwards we came back to my house where we drank even more and cuddled about. btw, my whole neighborhood might know what molly's ass looks like. just saying.
ps. we had the most ridiculous conversation with my neighbors chuck and rick. i think they think we're crazy.
pps. you need to try this sangria recipe. i used it as the base for ours and it is amazing.
ppps. i thought i didn't drink that much, but now that everyone is gone i am feeling really drunk. gwah gwah.
