stelly, you're my idol

this post is dedicated to stelly-bombelly. she's the bomb when it comes to ASS-KICKING parties. so out of the blue we got invited to her place, again, for the... erm i can't remember how many times actually.

but tonight was the epitome of you-cannot-possibly-top-this. besides the seriously jaws to the floor catered food and bbq, the drinks... oh my, just thinking about the drinks is enough to make me wet myself. there was of course the free flow of punch, which everyone cordially helped themselves to.


and then, there was the evil watering hole, where the wicked gathered to quench their insatiable thirst. there was every type of liquor imaginable for your insane pleasures (okay maybe not every type but still enough to melt your face off), and of course being the polite guest that i was, how could i refuse such an offer.

life's good. really good. the beer flowed freely like water down a stream. jack changed his name to john daniel's because he was so sick of seeing me going back round after round for him. and at least for tonight, the world is triangular to me: there's me, jack/john and mr. beer (unfortunately i didn't get a chance to be acquainted with him because he always came already poured in a plastic cup).

thanks stelly, you're my idol.


+listening to: i'm too drunk to listen to anything