A brief...from Alice

Yes, Woolf is an angel.
Yes, my aunt is eccentric. But, have you met me...probably not, but its proof I am really from this family.
Yes, there is an Irish man here, who yes, loves the Red Sox. But! He has a great gay man impression, so spot on I am convinced that in a past life, or in the past of this life, was gay. Flaming, glittery, cock sucking gay.
and yes, I am excited to see my beau.


But, Woolf can't read Pepsi bottles. In her attempt to buy a diet pepsi, she actually purchased a diet cherry vanilla pepsi. It tasted and smelled like baby vomit (yes, we know what baby vomit tastes like, we were babies once after all. I actually flashed back to diapers and wanted to cry out for someone to hold me).

I will be off the grid for a few days, in the mountians, with my ENTIRE family. No worries dear readers, I will have interwebs, so I will post away about trout fishing, getting too drunk, how awesome my cousins are and all the drama that only my family can create. (A few years ago my dad and uncle got into a fist fight, broke wine bottles and threatened to "cut a bitch". No lie)

Now we are off to a straight bar, with my cousins, to see my beau... FUN WILL BE HAD.

ps. Woolf I love you always and forver for being a safe driver and adventuring to the great republican city of Colorado Springs with me. At least if we get hate crimed, we will get hc'd together.