if i can pull this off every three months, i’ll be in good shape.
see you soon, pacific.
With two more gentlemen added to this already eclectic group, I found myself nervously driving out to the coast on Friday night. How can you have a panty party with so much testosterone? Will they laugh during our seance and subsequent tarot card reading? Can I still pee with the door open? Does Brandon even know how to french-braid? We didn’t have an apron-only game of Apples to Apples, but we managed.
A few photos from our Lincoln City retreat a few weeks ago.
this is how Saturday evening started:
i should’ve known how it would end.
look at that KD pout.
praising the Karaoke gods
best dance partner
and as we stumbled back to the cabin, we planned our attack on the neighbor’s hot tub…
hey guys, let’s go back. how does May sound?