Somehow on a weekend where i specifically planned not to go out, I end up still feeling sore and a little worn on monday evening. This after not even getting out till almost midnight Saturday. I didn't even DANCE. That i remember.
I did have one of those really great late night talks with Markie. In the old days before the group got so big, it was always us at the end of each night just playing our music and talking about
life. Those talks reaffirm my faith in the institute of best-friendship.These pictures aren't from this week but they're fairly recent, I know Sarah was bugging for some.
Now: Pride Week. Time to bring it.
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