liitle llama was reintroduced to the drinking game yesterday, and my oh my how ive missed it. little brother turned 21 drank some brewskis with us and then decided i wasnt cool enough to hang, ditched me and my margarita for some friends. i was sad for a brief moment and then the phone rang.
boy on the line, boy on my mind. had my first venture out into the park city night life. started at my new place of employment and moved on down the way from bistros to dives to dollar drafts.
one of the two boys in tow was a lil too much for some to handle, got a beer thrown at him, his head smashed into the wall, an ambulance called, a police officer involved and a partridge in a pear tree.
neeedless to say it wasnt the most boring night of my life. it worked out fine with some sweet kisses to the face and non awkward hand holding, which is hard to come by with a new one!
little butterflies are flurrying in my belly and kelly is looking for single black men that like single mothers. go figure
anywhoooooooo
new boy = fantastical stories to tell. all in the name of grace. han that is
hearts from my face to yours!
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