Pollo made it a "labor" day special, and gave birth during the afternoon. And used the stroller to push around her tray of shots.
It was all so wrong I had to love it.
RMJ enticed me out after my crazy hungover receded--did I mention that after all the HAIRrison/Eyes/Sundance craziness I went to James' birthday party? Ugh. Exhausted.
But between the two of us and a Long Island or two, we rallied and enjoyed ourselves with the evacuees from Southern Decadence.
and even met some new people.
Of course, her name was Brittney.
RMJ, as is his habit, made some closer friends than I did.
And some more than others.
Personally, I think it was just all about our belt buckles.
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