The Night Notes, as they were this fine Thursday night.
Katie: You can die from detox from alcohol.
Kristen: That's why I'm still drinking.
Kristen: Is this when you ate all my strawberries?
Julie: I ate all your strawberries and your pasta.
Julie and Kristen: Newman was the least creepy of them all.
Anonymous: Patrick F. always pretends to be the good guy.
Kristen: (proudly) I have pecs too!
Katie: It's painful to be sore.
Newman: The plaid bitch!
Newman: Wine, woman and wisdom. When women drink wine there is not a lot of wisdom.
Kristen: That's a lot of wisdom.
Newman: More like bitches, booze and bitching.
Kristen: Welcome to Annapolis. Keep your dirty f$&King mouth off our fountains.
Bri: We do not support Newman. Ever.
Kristen: That wasn't an accident.
Julie: I think drunk eyes are hot.
Katie: It's pre-sexy back. After nsync, before sexy back.
And there your have it. Night Notes on a cloth napkin.
|I'm not in the mood to get my camera, but feel the need to prove this happened, so here is the evidence taken outside on my computer cam while I sip my afternoon gin and ton.|