This weekend I went to a party in San Antonio. The lovely Girl Ferret turned 27, and accordingly the lovely Girl Ferret’s lovely girl friend (the notorious Hä.N.Ni) turned green. Yes kids, much merry–and mixed drink—making was had.

Don’t worry about me though. It is true that someone, after seven vodka shots, fell asleep on the dog bed caressing Girl Ferret’s black lab. That someone was not me. (Surprising, I know). The pupply snuggler in question was Girl Ferret’s affable roomie, Craig. I guess when Craig goes to bed he likes it doggie style …

But I digress.

As for me, I haven’t spooned a bitch since college… God I miss Smug Ellie.

And I also miss my college boyz. Why just today I got an email from one of the bros. Included was a thoughtful jpg attachment of our friend Larry Leve.

This made me want to tell the boyz how much I miss them.

It made me want to explain how much their friendship has meant to me.

It made me want to tell them, come what may, I’ve got their back.

It made me want to tell them lots of things.

But mostly it made me want to tell them: dudes when someone yells ‘Let’s get this party started,’ it’s not a cue to take off your pants and don your girlfriend’s mini skirt…especially if you haven’t shaved…like ever.

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That shit’s supposed to happen only AFTER seven shots of vodka. Once you’re done spooning the pooch.

Posted in Friends, Smug, VT