food glorious food

Friday night: I lose at bowling, twice, and have to perform a forfeit. No one minds too much.
Saturday morning: Come home, shower, discover I am running late.
Saturday lunch: have lunch with some bestest people
Saturday night: stay in, drink too much wine, eat all the food and generally LIVE THE DREAM seriously it was an awesome night
Sunday morning: one bestest friend too ill from backwards crabbing and wine-plyage and refuses to go home
Sunday night: eat even more food and watch TV for nine hours
Monday morning: slide out of bed feeling like Alex Mack.
Monday lunch: only the knowledge of the photos that will go on Facebook tonight can save me now.