Sunday, March 5

F*ck you....No, f*ck YOU! In the b*tt.

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I know Pup will be mad.. We were supposed to go out again but tonight was kind of last minute. We will again soon.

Tonight we went out to dinner.
We started with YaYas - the only way to start a YaYa night.
Peach Scnapps
Coconut rum
Fruit punch

Then it was time for lobster tails and crabs... the only rule was that we couldn't eat our own food. We had to crack the crabs and feed them to each other. That meant lots of sucking of butter covered fingers and even more buttery kisses. A few licks of butter covered chins between shots of Patron Silver Tequila. It was a delicious meal and it led to an even more tantalizing after dinner delicacy.
No, not dessert.
Other things.

We listened to this.
Singing along in the fashion of people who have had entirely too much to drink.
And other songs that took us back.

I did talk to Seamus briefly. In an IM as email sorta way. He said he'll back.
Just on hiatus so no need to remove the link, still his fast exit scared me.
Here one minute.
Gone the next.

Like too many things in my life.

Now I am off. Still a little bleary from the night.
Forgive typos. I am typing with one eye closed.

Had to remove my other links. They seemed to upset my blog stalker.
Everybody wave to blogstalker.
Say hi!
Now go away and get a life.
I thought about calling him and saying f*ck you, then decided to f*ck instead.