Our big adventure

First off, don't fret. I won't be posting twice in one day too often. That's Alice's bag, baby. (Which by the way she is carrying a clutch tonight, and its leopard printed).

ANYWHO,

Being the generous person I am, I packed up Alice and myself in my convertible and drove to the airport to pick up her aunt. We then proceeded to drive 1.5 hours to the Springs. Mormon/Christian/Army/Airforce/Focusonthefamilyriden Colorado Springs.

Yes. I really am that good of a friend.

Upon arrival to her family's house, I see Boston Red Sox paraphenalia. College in MA means I have a mean love for the BoSox. We enter the house. And there is an Avon/Tupperware party going on. I can't lie. This actually happened. Fifteen people are getting their face on with eye pads soaked in some level of toxic goo in hopes of staving off age's deadly fingers. Tough cookies. No goo is going to fix that shit.

We then enter the garage and proceed to chain smoke with the Bostonian who was born and bred in Ireland. True Irish Boston boy. Alice feels like this is the PERFECT time to make gay jokes (because, duh it is) and show EVERYONE our blog.

Now if you haven't figured out yet, this is a bit covert. But here we are, drinking wine with her TRIP of a family and they are reading about our lesbionic homo-tastic lives.

I'm not amused.

And now, the two of us are piling into the big red truck (belonging to the Bostonian, duh) and headed to the local bar. Straight bar. To see Alice's beau. You see, that's the ONLY reason I was this nice. Because since the Beau has left, Alice has been decidedly despondant and addicted to whiskey.

So I left my NGFGF (EnGuffGuff) who decided today that she was ready to drop the EnGuff and just be the Guff (who didn't see that coming from a mile away? Not this broad) and I took Alice to Colorado Springs, in rush hour, with her eccentric aunt to make her happy.

There. Proof I'm an angel.

See you in the morning lovelies.