Saturday night

Curly's and my D.C. boyfriend, Chris was in town this weekend, and like the good boyfriend that he is, he brought us flowers. A spectacular time was had by all.

I watched Hot Bouncer walking around, as I tend to do, and found myself increasingly disturbed by the rather large collection of tags sticking out of the back of his layer of shirts. Finally, I walked up to him and reached my arm around his neck. He looked panic-stricken, probably thinking I was going to plant one on him. So panic-stricken, in fact, that I decided freaking him out is much more fun that trying to make awkward conversation with him. I now have a new hobby, and the new hobby is Scare Hot Bouncer.