This time next weekend I'll be at the Irish festival trying to subltly peek up men's kilts.
It will be strange with out Venus there, since she's living in AZ now, she won't be there. One of my favorite memories is when Lili, Missy and I went for the first time. There was this larger than life sized rocking horse. Missy and I doubled up and went for a ride. Lili could not, she got some serious fucking the night before and was too sore. So there we are, the guy is rocking the horse for us and Missy starts moaning like she's ready to have a huge orgsam. Then she starts moaing my name too.....Oh MAEVE, yeah MAEVE! Needless to say, we caused some whip last of some guys walking by. I can't wait to see the Irish Wolfhounds, they are so awesome. I bet they don't eat couches like the Goat Puppy does.
After the fair we have Steve's cousin's birthday party to go to. Sandy knows how to throw a party, so a good time will be had by all. I got a good laugh when I talked to Sandy. I was explaining to her at first I thought it would just be me coming to the party since Steve was "on call" starting that weekend. Well, since we've got so much planned next weekend, steve traded weeks with one of the guys. Sandy told me that our other cousing "miss priss" would not be coming because her husband is out of town and she does not like to drive that far(an hour)by herself with the kids.
(Fuck, try flying 5 hours with a severly autistic kid BY YOURSELF!)
"You're joking me, right?" I asked her.
Nope was her reply, seems Miss Priss is getting more eccentric with age. What ever!
More Mexican food for me!