0754: On the road. Doing intermittent happy midget seat dances in the passenger side while the Baby Sister drives after coming home at like 1 am. Andre's still got the same outfit on from last night and my throat still hurts like shit. Let's do this!
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0804: Hellz yeah
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| 0955:yeah.this is happening |
A few hours later after escaping what could've been a few disgusting tickets and nearly being run off the road by an idiotic douchebag along with a trip to Walmart that ended up taking us longer than we'd planned because we couldn't decide wtf we wanted to eat in the first place, the guys ban together (including Adre who has miraculously risen from his coma-like state) to make dinner. Jon has decided to make us Le Cordon Bleu chicken and Dickie is in charge of making the pasta and garlic bread while Jake and Andre learn the importance of having a wet hand and a dry hand while breading chicken.
The result?
Surprisingly delicious! I even got a nice little arrangement on an actual plate as opposed to the plastic ones that the Baby insisted on getting so that no one would have to wash dishes.
We have a wonderful dinner together complete with a toast that's a mix of beer, Moscato, and some other forms of alcohol including Anita's present to me:
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| Thank you Anita :) |
Afterwards, we figure that the weather outside isn't so disgusting that we should be able to actually start a fire and make some smores. I am beyond excited and smack every person in the cabin until they finally walk out with the crackers, marshmallows, chocolate and oil. Wait. Oil??
Apparently, we don't want the flames in the grill going down too low so, every now and then when the fire dips below the surface, one of the guys douses the entire thing like they're spraying on weed-whacker and the flames rise by about a foot or so each time.
It is a fantastic evening and I completely forget that my throat hurts like shit and feel, for the first time since Tuesday, that it's finally my freaking birthday. Yay me.
