Mmmmm Icey Creams
Met Jenn, Bets, Klair, and Poosch for half-off dinner at the WAB. Everyone was in a silly mood and we had a long conversation about pooping. Betsy got all excited and she started screaming about “firearrhea,” which made me laugh so hard I was in tears. The thing with Bets is, she has no volume control. I never have to look for her at the bar because I can always hear as soon as she walks in. Dustin said he was getting distracted while playing the show on Friday because she was yelling and he could hear her the whole time.
Then we ravaged a hot fudge sundae and took photobooth pictures.
09.22.08 in Uncategorized