I don’t get out often. I don’t always do well in social situations. I tend to avoid events where I’m going to meet new people because I’m afraid they won’t like me. I might do something stupid. Talk too much. Have a booger hangin’ out mah nostril. Or my forehead might get too glisteny. Oh, I don’t know. Be too much……..like myself.
But the allure of Brandon pulled me out of my cave. And Eden showed up around 2 and we got in the van and began driving. And we drove and drove and drove and drove and then HA! we were there. And I saw Brenda and Danny and Hot Wife and Sarah and Colleen and Brenton and Patricia and Angella and her friend whose name I can’t remember because I suck..
I met new people and talked to people I knew from before and sat right smack dab in the middle of a great big, squishy love fest. And MAN it felt good. POW!
There are too many things to write about it and since I’ve been thinking about it for 2 days and been frozen and unable to write because THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH GOOD STUFF, I’ve decided to let the photos sing for themselves.
Here is a geography lesson from Angella. Now I know where California is.
This one was taken just moments after Brandon expressed milk for his buttery nipple. You can see his shirt is still unbuttoned.
And finally, this one, which is my favorite from the night.