Sra had a birthday and was gracious enough to invite Regan and I to her apartment for a delicious dessert party.
Upon seeing the table overflowing with tantalizing treats I decided that we should kidnap Sra and bring her to our house to make us fat. In addition to the cheese platter of awesomeness there was a cheese dip of MORE awesomeness, "death by chocolate," chips, fruit on a stick, cake, cake and MORE cake, plus hidden cookies around the room (plus other items the fat in my brain is causing me to forget). Oh, and I shouldn't forget the table of booze... the best table of all. Yum!
Thank you Sra for being the best birthday host ever; I felt like I was a hobbit.
Also, we saw Craig and Joslyn who we hadn't talked to in ages and I learned that Josalyn is very buff and could kick my sorry ass (or Craig's, or anyone else's for that matter) any time she wants. All in all it was a great night; Sra I wish your birthday was nine times a year.
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I also wish it were nine times a year. Someday, when I only have to clear partyesques with the cat, I will throw many fat-filled dinner parties.
Also, I still want to visit you two, but everytime I pick a date I get sick. I will have to spring a date spontaneously on myself, then let you know.
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