Sunday, November 11, 2007

Girls Night Out - Stage 1, The House Party!

Dana... this is pretty typical for Dana. Laughing until she crys, love that about here. She's my best bud.
Ummmm! Well, this is a pipe, probably used for opium some 50-60 years ago... belonged to my grandfather Pop Nelson. So, what are Kate and I doing with it? Not a whole lot actually. Pure entertainment.


Kate sniffing the wine and all its.... ummm, not sure actually. Huh.



Sumer and Katy just sitting on the ol' sofa... legs crossed, blonde hair and blue jeans.



SIde bar... Meg dances for us!

Girls Night Out - Stage 2, On the Town!

Come on in Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrllllllllllssssssssssssssss! Kate and Dana... in all their glory.

Meg, Dana and Kate.... push those people right on out of that booth, that's right!


Well Meg.... does this mean you are taken?


No words can explain this. Well then....!









Girls Night Out - Stage 2.5, Running into the Guys!

My Hubbie Jeff and Meg's Hubbie Joey! What a pair of cutties!!!!

Dana and Jeff with all smiles.


Kate and her Hubbie Josh.


My Car!!!

Sooooo.... the morning after the GNO, and I mean at like 6AM, my car was thug-a-fied. I woke up to what I thought was a bear or some cageless beast roaming downtown for some grub... as I heard trash can after trash can being tipped over in the alley ways of our townhomes. I got up and looked outside and it was these 2 drunk guys. I yelled out... said a few choice words... got a nice gun threat tossed back at me... called the police. By the time the police arrived, like 5 mins later, "Someone's Car" had been damaged. The police pulled up during the rock bashing. Best part was.... it was MINE and they didn't even know it was mine. I just failed to park it in the garage after dropping off Marissa. This is the car... after the sun came up.
Dana and Jeff standing there in shock... arms crossed and pissed.

Windshield and passanger window all nice and cracked to bits. Thank goodness for safety glass... didn't shatter.



Oy! The finder and grill. Lovely. And guess who paid for it all... not the thugs!