of course it was over to the house of pasta to catch up with some of the guys when i went home to lancaster for the holiday. we didn’t get to beat the bushes as much for bodies because quaye, my main contact to the world north of the mason-dixon line, is now in the cackilackies as well.
i hadn’t seen sam carter in probably twelve years. and i am here to tell you, the woman is still a stunner.
we managed to swill our share big boy brews and even belt out a few tunes for the karaoke night. the bastards now i have never smoked the wacky weed, so they made me sing “because i got high.” just for that, i made quaye sing “right here waiting” by richard marx. if i closed my eyes, i could almost feel like i was uncomfortably slow dancing with jennifer bushong in seventh grade.
and don’t ask me why all the kissing went on…