Despite it only being Tuesday, Jessica and I were having a rough week and decided to meet up for booze and food last night. We were joined by Emily, who was pretty much there to let us know that her life was still perfect. Bitch.
Sat in a booth, which is always fun because we get the mistaken illusion that we're in our own private environment. And of course when we get up to leave, the people who overheard choice comments like "BUT I'VE HAD HIS BALLS IN MY MOUTH!!" give us those disdainful looks we're so used to at this point.
Anyway, wish I had a better excuse for my lack of posts, but that's all I got. In the meantime, I have some pictures from Jamaica. As I've warned everyone else, they're not nearly as entertaining as my other slideshows, but at least you get to see my dark side of the family. I'm still trying to figure out which one stole my watch. (Kidding!)
Here you go.