Wish I could have made it out, but we ended up taking our dinner break two hours early. By the time I got off last night I was fucking trashed. Still am, truthfully.
It sounded sufficiently warm when I was talking/listening in. :} Second best thing to be there... a great party in the north to attend and being a part of the great party of the south via speakerphone (thanks, Keith!). :}
No, it was less about not wanting to navigate drunk and more about, oh, god, screaming children+hangover=hell.
I was actually tempted to just continue drinking on the plane to forestall the inevitable, but I figured I'd better be sober by the time P noticed the bite mark on my forearm...
heh. The mosquitos in Tampa are getting pretty ballsy.
Speaking of you living room. Do you have a URL for the place you got your MacIntosh print? Love the sconces and stuff. Wish I had been sober enough to remember what your bedroom looked like (it was a tour folks, remove your minds from the gutter).
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Wondering what happened to our living room, though...
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y'all will just have to come out under other pretenses. :-)
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And after my flight, I really wish I hadn't.
*thud*
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I was actually tempted to just continue drinking on the plane to forestall the inevitable, but I figured I'd better be sober by the time P noticed the bite mark on my forearm...
heh. The mosquitos in Tampa are getting pretty ballsy.
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And now....paint scraping!!
[my job is never done]
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http://www.houseofyesteryear.net/
The bedroom is dark purple with Art Nouveau (mostly Mucha) prints. We've only just started that room.