Tin roof, rusted.
We went to the infamous Bush Garden last night (karaoke EVERY DAY!) and I was convinced to perform not one, but TWO songs. First was "Faith," obviously, and second was a "Love Shack" duet with Colin.
That was fun.
(And if I commented on your blog in my, uh, impaired state at 2:30 AM, you should probably just ignore whatever I wrote. Drunk blog commenting: it's the new drunk dialing.)
That was fun.
(And if I commented on your blog in my, uh, impaired state at 2:30 AM, you should probably just ignore whatever I wrote. Drunk blog commenting: it's the new drunk dialing.)
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Au contraire! The comments were fine. I mean, I snipped out all the embarassing stuff, but what was left was very cogent.
I'M JUST KIDDING. They made perfect sense (and were perfectly spelled), and therefore hardly count as "drunk commenting."
You rocked at karaoke! It was definitely a fun night!
Yay! I actually PRIDE myself on spelling well when inebriated. And if that's not a good thing for which to feel pride in onself, I don't know what is.
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