There are no words for this weekend. #pbandtuna was everything I thought it would be and more. I’m only sorry we couldn’t be in town any longer and have the opportunity to spend more time with so many kick-ass people. And also that I didn’t get to punch one of the many screaming children we flew near in the nose. There were so many fabulous moments, but a few favorites:
A reenactment of salting the snail. Getting the bouncer’s number. Giant jugs. “First drinks on Bubby!” Lip-liner boob hearts. Tales of dry humping. Purse searching. “Proper” introductions. A 1380 mile walk of shame.
The intro was so proper.
But I saw all those tweets about little brats. You know, it’s a medical fact that some children respond well to being throat-punched by strangers. Shuts them right up. Fact.
Seriously. I was about to perform about five retroactive abortions on that plane.
That’s right. I said it. It’s not murder, it’s retroactive abortion. Write that down.
TOTALLY WORTH IT.
So glad you came, hon. Saturday night had epic coming out its ass.
i dont think i got to meet you! that means you must come back to dc ASAP!
It looks like ya’ll had so much fun!!
So far beyond epic, I can’t even explain. My fave moments all involved you in some way…especially that insanity trying to get to Bagels & Baguettes! haha muahhhh!
Still dying from this as I type. So so worth it.