A week or so ago, John and I had plans to hang out, and I knew it was going to be a shit show. It always is with that guy.
He actually came to my neck of the woods, and we went and hung out on the best patio, Loons.
And proceeded to get pretty drunk. Before 4PM.
I asked him to take my picture and he told me there was a bee in my hair. There wasn't, but this was the resulting face. Nice.
Love this guy so much.
We moved to Gate 403 because I wanted a martini. And what baby wants, baby gets. Just kidding!
Some caffeine was needed, to bring us down from the drunk.
Oooh and look! I found a crappy Barbie kite!
That didn't work at all!
Never a dull moment, that's for sure.