about 30 minutes after our arrival
Ok, it had to have been longer than that, because I already had the Icehouse in front of me...needless to say, I was drunk off my ass, and that's Cecilia's head.
a few hours later
The only time my fat ass decides to dance is when I'm about 50 sheets to the wind...I was at least 6 times drunker (more drunk? probably) than that...note the grace I was displaying...the fat pouches overflowing my jeans...the poor, innocent child weeping to the side (who will have to undergo at least 10 more years of therapy)
ummmmmmmmm....
I'm not even going to TRY to explain this one....but yes, that is one shirt we're wearing...
