Okay.. about the pantsless dancing.
My housemates and I are all pretty nutty. On occassion.. well, okay, at least once a week, we have other nutty people over at around 3 a.m. after all the bars are closed. We usually turn on the stereo and blast Violent Femmes or Tom Petty and all hop around drunkenly in the living room. Vinnie started it a couple weeks ago by crying out, "PANTSLESS DANCING!!" Then we all strip to our skivvies and continue the mad drunken hopping and gyrating. Okay, I strip to my thongs, all the boys in skivvies. If the other girls present want to join in pantsless, they usually ask to borrow a pair of the boys skivvies. LAME!!
Good times, though. I love the ridiculousness.
Today I ate entirely too much. Went out to brunch with some of the SGSF crew. I ate huervos rancheros for the first time. I think it was yummy under all the Tapatio I piled on top. I drank some mimosa and bloody mary and coffee.
My housemates and neighbors are nutty- as I've already established. Today one of the neighbor boys was in the 3rd floor flat hanging out the window with a baseball bat. The other neighbor boys were on the sidewalk hurling whiffle balls to the 3rd floor window so they could be catapulted down the street by the boy with the baseball bat. I haven't laughed that hard in awhile. People are walking down the street giving us looks like crazy. It was a nice way to spend a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the front stoop. It's nice to have a stoop.
Then I played with Tiger. I'm really going to have to starting working to break his habit of climbing up people before he gets too big. I was in my room and I hear one of my housemate's friends howling, "HELP!! HEEELLLLLLLLPP!! Tiger!!! Get him off!! Get him off me!!! Ouch!! Owwwwowowowowowowww!!!" LOL. I run into the hallway and the poor guy is clinging to the wall, wide-eyed with Tiger-Liger hanging off of his waist.
The problem is, we encourage it. All of us. We walk down the hall and Tiger climbs up our pants leg, up our waist, up our back and to our shoulder where he will sit. Like a parrot-cat. It's cute and sweet. And it really doesn't hurt all that much. But, if you're not used to it, I suppose it could be a bit scary. He's still little, so we've probably got one more month before we'll all be clinging to the wall screaming for help if he continues this behaviour.
Tomorrow is going to be busy. I've got work tonight until 2 a.m., then work from 8:30a.m. to 5p.m., then work some more from 6p.m. to 2a.m.
So, coffee time!!
My housemates and I are all pretty nutty. On occassion.. well, okay, at least once a week, we have other nutty people over at around 3 a.m. after all the bars are closed. We usually turn on the stereo and blast Violent Femmes or Tom Petty and all hop around drunkenly in the living room. Vinnie started it a couple weeks ago by crying out, "PANTSLESS DANCING!!" Then we all strip to our skivvies and continue the mad drunken hopping and gyrating. Okay, I strip to my thongs, all the boys in skivvies. If the other girls present want to join in pantsless, they usually ask to borrow a pair of the boys skivvies. LAME!!
Good times, though. I love the ridiculousness.
Today I ate entirely too much. Went out to brunch with some of the SGSF crew. I ate huervos rancheros for the first time. I think it was yummy under all the Tapatio I piled on top. I drank some mimosa and bloody mary and coffee.
My housemates and neighbors are nutty- as I've already established. Today one of the neighbor boys was in the 3rd floor flat hanging out the window with a baseball bat. The other neighbor boys were on the sidewalk hurling whiffle balls to the 3rd floor window so they could be catapulted down the street by the boy with the baseball bat. I haven't laughed that hard in awhile. People are walking down the street giving us looks like crazy. It was a nice way to spend a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the front stoop. It's nice to have a stoop.
Then I played with Tiger. I'm really going to have to starting working to break his habit of climbing up people before he gets too big. I was in my room and I hear one of my housemate's friends howling, "HELP!! HEEELLLLLLLLPP!! Tiger!!! Get him off!! Get him off me!!! Ouch!! Owwwwowowowowowowww!!!" LOL. I run into the hallway and the poor guy is clinging to the wall, wide-eyed with Tiger-Liger hanging off of his waist.
The problem is, we encourage it. All of us. We walk down the hall and Tiger climbs up our pants leg, up our waist, up our back and to our shoulder where he will sit. Like a parrot-cat. It's cute and sweet. And it really doesn't hurt all that much. But, if you're not used to it, I suppose it could be a bit scary. He's still little, so we've probably got one more month before we'll all be clinging to the wall screaming for help if he continues this behaviour.
Tomorrow is going to be busy. I've got work tonight until 2 a.m., then work from 8:30a.m. to 5p.m., then work some more from 6p.m. to 2a.m.
So, coffee time!!
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