HOLY CRAP DUDES I’VE BEEN TOO BUSY.
There were some technical issues with updating this here webb-sytte, but they have now all been resolved, and I am back to brighten your day and spread goodwill to all mankind. Barring that, I’ll at least say a bad word or two for your amusement.
But first, links!
- Boobylicious Trivia II: coming May 1! We have about a million prizes donated for the raffle already, so you should be there. Only $5!
- The Flip-Cup Tournament: coming May 19. Come drink unlimited beer and win prizes on a Saturday afternoon, all for the love of boobs.
- A Citypages article about my old pal Crazy Mari. I used to think she was all harmless-nuts until she told me about how she finances everything via credit card fraud. Nice. Those Minneapolitans who don’t know her have undoubtedly seen her house on Penn Ave.
Monday night, Matt and I started our swing-dance class. I knew we’d have fun, but, holy crap, it’s so awesome. There are a lot more people in the class than I expected, and it gives us the opportunity to dance with old folks when we have to switch partners, too. HOT. I’m working on that not-falling-down-when-spinning thing, too. So far, so good.
Last night, we got gross-out levels of cuddly in a booth at the Independent (that’s grossing
you out, dudes, not me), went to see the
Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie at the Lagoon (two words: “digital gold”), and then watched the Wild evolve into a completely different hockey team halfway through the second period, and absolutely destroy the Anaheim Ducks. I don’t know where that all came from, but I hope they keep it going.
Also, I think maybe only their families would be terribly sad if the refs’ plane crashed on the way back to California. You know it’s bad when the TV announcers are openly ridiculing them not only for shitty calls, but for causing hockey chaos and potential injuries. Speaking of which, I cannot
wait for the impending Boogaard-issued beatdown tomorrow.
Tonight, I have to go talk to Jon at Uptown about my next tattoo, then I have a date with Wendy and the liquor store for the 612.5 party, and then Team Boobylicious is gathering to discuss important team bidness (if you’re picturing a topless pillowfight, you’re only three-quarters correct). And then I shall proceed directly to the couch, for I have a boy to hug and some knittin’ to accomplish. Also, I have a feeling there may be more hockey, and it would be a pity for it to go unwatched.
I hope you are having a very excellent Wednesday, dudes.
Jenni
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