The cuisine was excellent - a fine Mexican meal the likes of which my father craves. The beverages were even better.
I began the night merely sipping on tasty cold beverages. But as you can see, I degenerated faster than Lindsay Lohan at a cocktail bar.
Kneel to me monkeys! Stop laughing and KNEEL!
I got a sugar rush from the soda I was given, and soon, I found myself running around, acting the fool. My pants were soaked. My shirt was drenched. I was crazy happy one minute, then sad the next.
Look at me, I'm crazy cup head! Now gimme some candy!
This is a picture of Amy judging me.
I was later told that my actions were precisely those of my father on any given weekend between 1995 and 2000.
Woops! Damn floor is tricky.
Here is a picture of Kate, also judging me.
BSG is awesome. That's a given. And mexican buffet kicks ass. But above and beyond that, the B rocks the party.
Wooo wooooo!!!
*Amy will soon marry Brian, and then she can officially take over his house as her own.
That is all...
