Cinco De Mayo

At least nobody threw up. Let me rephrase that. At least I don't remember anybody throwing up. De-Luv may have. She sounds terrible this morning as her voice has dropped nine octaves. She's alive, which is a good sign, but she has a terrible case of "Black Cord Fever" that strange disease that hits intoxicated people and they decide it makes sense to call people on the phone and leave a message or ten. It's never pretty the next day. It was quite the celebration though. How can it not have been? It started with a panty raid. I haven't done a panty raid since I was college. Wait ... that's not true ... I did one in Seminary ... but not since ... until last night. It was colorful. Then we jumped in a Limo that was built for Disco and went to a Den of Iniquity called The Pink House. I'm pretty sure that Larry Flint owns The Pink House. I mean it is pink, the food is excellent and there are Tourons everywhere (Tourist + Idiot = Touron). That ended up being really good. It was Cheryl Sadowsky's (Y? Because we love her!) birthday. Larry Flint's people at The Prnk House wrote Happy Birthday on her plate in chocolate which is about as sinful as it gets. Then we took the Disco Limo to The Piano Bar on River Street in downtown Savannah where we had a really good time. I remember parts of it. Apparently, the Devil went down to Georgia and we were there. Unfortunately, there are photographs which are now making their way across the World Wide Web. Oh Well ... the Devil and us had a really good time. Evidently we all made it home OK. When I woke up, Sarah was sleeping beside me underneath our ceiling fan. It only took me twenty minutes to confirm this but it's true. Therefore it's alright. De-Luv's alive because she's leaving evil messages after taking the Devil back to her place. Judy O is out on probation and Johnny O has confirmed this on his cell phone. I haven't heard from anybody else. The last time I saw Jodee, he had a bra on his head. Johnny O was ordering everybody to get out of the Disco Limo. Cheryl was flashing her personality. Gregory, the Disco Limo driver, was talking on the phone. I have to go now. Sarah and I are having morning coffee in our birthday suits as we continue to celebrate our dear friend Cheryl's birthday. We are studying our Sunday School lesson for Bar Church tomorrow which we have every intention of skipping. The reason is ... it's Cinco De Mayo and we have a Pool Christening to attend tonight ... with the same people we were with last night. I love the weekends.