So if you love me, you noticed I was offline for about a week. Lie and tell me you love me, dammit.
On Thursday, my employer took us on an overnight retreat to a cabin on a lake in Alabama. We did some “strategizing” and then got really, really drunk.
On Friday, one of my coworkers and I decided to stay an extra night at the cabin and get our respective spouses to come down and stay with us. It was great fun for all five of us: Karsten, me, the other couple, and their parrot. Their parrot, in fact, may have had more fun than anyone. He even developed a crush on me, I’m afraid.
Good thing he didn’t see me on Saturday night in my cat costume.
Oh yeah, so we got back on Saturday just in time for several Halloween parties, which we graced with our costumed presence. You already know my costume — here was Karsten’s:
He was a hillbilly hockey player, or something like that. The ballcap he’s wearing says “Country Western Hockey Tournament” and he found it at a thrift store. It’s real! You can’t make shit like that up. His hockey stick is homemade, and it says “Puckfucker 1000” down the handle. The mullet wig, however, makes the costume, in my opinion.
Oh, and that’s my coworker Jim grabbing Karsten to keep him from escaping the camera. Jim was a futuristic gay spaceman from the 1950s, or something like that. (Not that Jim is gay, really — only the tight silver gym-queen shirt he wore under his spaceman suit was gay.) He wore a suit covered in duct tape; pretty classic.
Some other costumes seen: witch, devil, zombie vampire, cheerleader, French maid, King Kong & blonde, pirate… oh, and Japanese anime characters. LOVEd that.
Hope everyone’s been doing well… and missing me. Lie and tell me you missed me, dammit!
I love you! I was on a date and the guy said he might get a Treo and I was like “my friend Kate has one and she loves it!” then I’m like…wait I guess we’re not friends…we’ve never met…I read her blog…anyways…
Where the *hell* have you been!! I missed you! I love you!!
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Great picture!!!
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Wait, so if you were gone… WHO WAS I TALKING TO?!
Where in Alabama?
And Karsten’s costume is hilarious. Please make him wear that more than once a year.
Awww! Friends! Treo! And… date! I do want to read the details. Headed over to your journal.
(moments pass)
Oh no! Eww! I’m headed back over there to discuss.
Such declarations! Such explanations! Such adoration! Thank you — I feel the love.
Oops, that second thing was supposed to be “exclamations,” not “explanations.” Duh. Why does anyone even miss me anyway?
Eh. Your public loves you. No worries.
It was near Florence, at Doublehead: http://www.thecoveatdoublehead.com/
He already donated the wig to Goodwill. Said it felt like fire ants on his head. The things a guy is willing to do for glory, I’ll tell ya.
Oh yeah my friend Adam lives in Florence. He interned at Muscle Shoals studio, so that’s extra cool.
Fire ants on his head? Ok, that’s not good.
I missed you!!!
-J
Yay, thank you! And: happy birthday, you beautiful wonderful thang, you.
Also: I’m thinking of you while engaging in this debate over on Terry Frank’s blog, and I’m thinking of you for two reasons.
1) I know you’d make stunning arguments against her line of reasoning, and
2) I keep thinking of our “breeder” costumes from Halloween howevermany years ago. That was fun!
“We did some ‘strategizing’ and then got really, really drunk.”
That sounds like the entirety of all eight company retreats I have been on since 1998. Welcome back. 🙂
Rob Robinson
Of course we missed you. Silly person. *hugs*
I have been missing you, actually. No lies necessary!
Every day…looking for new posts..alas, alack..
baby I missed ya! Karsten’s mullet is priceless.
I’m still waiting for those Kate-cat photos!
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