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No Pictures!

By revolutionaire.
I cannot believe we threw our very first party at my house and NO ONE, not even myself, thought to take any freaking pictures.

What the hell?!

What party, you ask?

Once upon a time, Angela and I needed help moving all our shit into our new house and nine people -- count 'em NINE, stepped up to the plate. It was an overwhelming response to an otherwise meek plea for help in this endeavor. And we so greatly appreciated it, there wasn't any other legitimate expression of our gratitude than to throw a party and invite only those people back over. So we did. And we had a blast. And everyone loved the house. And it was an all-around excellent time.

And no pictures were taken. Not one single picture. It just seems strange to me. How did that happen?

Anyway. Continued gratitude goes out to the nine people (Mom and Dad, Susan, Jon-Michael baby, Carol, Perry, Karen, Cody, and Hollie) who helped us move. I've never experienced such a large group effort go so well.

I love you all.

Comments

Ryan Lovelett said…
Wow thanks for the freaking invitation. Screw you too.
March 9, 2009 at 8:52 PM
revolutionaire. said…
you boys . . . it was an appreciation party for the people who helped us move.

I'll invite you both to the next party. How's that sound? Actually, you're both in Orlando. Maybe you could carpool. HAHA.
March 13, 2009 at 11:10 AM
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