It was my turn to cook dinner for Chad. I made some awesome enchiladas, spanish rice with diced tomato, and refried beans.
Then I attempted to make dessert. I overcooked the Sopapias, just a little. After we cleared the smoke out of the kitchen, Chad and I headed to The Pontiac Cafe to see Moxie Motive play.
Don't we look sweet? And next time, he can be the photographer for the night.
4 comments:
Someone is trying to punch Alex in that first picture. Then, she's palming Nurse's head in the other. I'm super-imposed and Hilary has panties on her hand. Where the hell were we?
Well, I would say we were in Hell, but I was there on Friday night and Sat. was a much different place. So maybe we were in purgatory? Either that, or we were just in your neighborhood. One of the two.
And who the hell says "panties"?
No, no - Tucson was purgatory. But I wasn't thinking such a negative thing - just surreal - like Oz or some shit.
And I say panties. What do you call them? You can't say "underwear" because that's not gender specific. You don't wear them anyway, so what does it matter to you, missy?
maybe we were in the 5th dimension. or if you believe in string theory we could have been in the 13th dimension.
well, The D says "take off your shirt and your underpants"
you're right. what does it matter to me? :)
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