Hey, my coworker finally came through with her New Year's Eve photos. This was the only one that turned out alright. Here's me ordering the first drink that led to my demise that night. My friend L. is in front drinking Busch lite over ice. Yes, you heard that right.
I didn't do much but geek-out tonight. Of course I did all the running around with the girls I had to do - which was a lot. I switched nights with my ex, so I can go to my friend K's birthday party tomorrow night. But after I got home, I drank beer and played Galaga. Erik called me from Chicago where he was geeking-out with his friends watching Youtube videos and searching the beautiful, wonderful internets to find this picture of a kid that looks like Chris Farley:
Seriously, how fucking sweet is that? They also sent me a link to a guy in Mexico who does these crazy black velvet paintings, but you all know I'm way too lazy to put links in my posts. Just know that they were all wonderful in their unbridled cheesiness.
On Sunday I actually had time with both of my girls. I took them to the mall so Stinky (who is the girliest out of us) could help me buy make-up. Of course, she found some other friends, and left me and Coadster to fend for ourselves and Coadster is worse about the girly stuff than I am. When I asked her what color eye shadow I should get, this is what she said: "Mom. How would I know? I'm such a tomboy I had to ask a gay guy to do my make-up for show choir." I opted not to buy any and just use any of the 500 colors Stinky already had at home. It was safer that way.