whoooo!

Luke is out of town for this three-day weekend, so I've got the apartment to my self. Last night was a hell of a kickoff, too. As MacKinney, Paula, and I started in on the drinking, Corey (from the LP) called, blotto out of his mind, words slurring. After Taste of Minnesota fireworks from the Pavilion in my building, and a couple of drinks at the Hat Trick, MacKinney's speech was substantially impaired.

Ah, excellent times.

Clint--Daddy Warbucks--has got his own blog, now. Uh-oh.

living in my own private Idaho?
-Brenn
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