Here is a preview of greater things to come: a smidgen of the famous Elvis cake that we devoured at his birthday party on Saturday. We actually had a pretty good turn out, including Hot Rob, whom I've had a raging crush on for months now. Sadly, no Huge Bald Guy With Biceps As Big As My Head, but I made do with some witty banter with Hot Rob. You know I'm all about the witty banter. And yes, I felt retarded for myself.
While this picture doesn't do the cake justice, rest assured that I will post bigger and better pictures in the days to come, courtesy of my roommate Ylime.
In other news, I woke up Sunday morning completely naked except for my pink Eagles socks. My first thought was that someone had slipped me a rufie at the party and I'd had a fabulous time without even knowing it.
Then I remembered that earlier in the morning, I'd been having a dream about getting in the shower. So I got up out of bed and got undressed down to my socks before I was coherent enough to realize that it was a dream, and I didn't actually have to get in the shower. So I just got back in bed and went back to sleep.
Don't ask.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Rock-A-Thon
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i will not ask, sir. but that cake looks tasty, and also wonderful, and i'm sure elvis had a smile on his face as you sang to him. i wish i could have been there...
also, i heard about this the other day and thought of you:
http://www.techeblog.com/index.php/tech-gadget/wowwees-strange-singing-elvis-bust
i wonder how long it will take to pair that with DDR??? oompa loompa doompity DAWESOME! :)
It's nothing I wouldn't have expected from you anyway. No need to ask :)
I hope you will e-mail me some of that cake...
wait who is hot rob?
too much info!! but the party was great. thanks for letting me crash it.
The cake looks fabulous and speaking of the Eagles -
Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;
Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.
We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.
Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.
You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down.
GO BEARS!!!
Don't be ashamed. The birthday-suit-wakeup happens even to the best of us.
i am sad that I did not get to partake in the tasty cake, but Ihave to say, the fried PB and banana sandwiches were oh so tasty and wonderful.
oh, and I am never sharing a bed with you again.
As long as you aren't choking on half eaten peanuts and then spitting them out in your birthday suit- all is cool. Besides its either that or drooling.
I woke up the morning after Tarable's wedding with all of my accessories on (huge earings, big sparkely necklace, bracelet, rings and of course, my hot pink stilletos). That's it. I was all alone which was a waste cuz I sure looked fancy!
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