Sunday, March 25th
A brutal Sunday...
Got up around 10ish, putzed around the house, grabbed a cup of coffee and met up with Mike and Wendy at a sandwich shop nearby for our pre-MJ brunch. At exactly noon, we headed over to Patty’s, and for the next six hours, I got my butt KICKED by all three of them. It was UNHEARD of.
It all started off when I saw this big bumble bee in the middle of the road. Turns out it was MIKE, who -- to ensure that he would win this time -- wore his big good-luck shirt. The girls wore their good-luck RED shirts, so the only thing I could think of was to hairspray my hair as high as it would go. That usually brings me good luck, but these evil FOES stood in the bathroom DOOR and watched me, casting ancient Chinese spells on me from the get go.
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The MJ Conspiracy.
Midway, we did stop to eat some pizza, and later Patty had to deal with an emergency at her office, so while she was on the phone crises managing, the rest of us chilled out in the living room. I didn't realize until I downloaded these photos that both Mike and I fell asleep and that SOMEONE had invaded our privacy using MY camera to snap these photos. And something tells me it wasn't Patty. Horrible.
That was a brutal six hours. WHEW. Afterwards, Wendy and I met up with Thomas, Jim and Michael at Dan Ryan’s for dinner, and then later we ran into Frank at the AsiaWorld Starbucks. The only reason he stopped in? To throw his trash in the garbage can. What an environmentally conscientious citizen! Frank is a good guy. We need more guys like him.
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