Labor Day is a time for us all to either produce some offspring or do some workin. We at the T&A don't get knocked up, so we opted for the latter. Our definition of workin, however, means to throw a shindig. We invited a few people over to play poker. A dandy plan, but no poker was had. About 10 of us just sat in the living room enjoying libations. We played a little Scene It battle of the sexes. The dudes kicked our lady asses...twice. So we did what any classy ladies would do. Went swimming. Everyone pretty much put on my swimsuits/clothing and we headed down to the pool. Sure, it was 3am. Sure, it was kinda cold. Who cares?
Eventually the boys joined us and that's when a new installment of Drunk Lindsay plays out. Yager, fully clothed, was dipping his toe into the water when Liz instructed Drunk Lindsay to push him in. Drunk Lindsay is VERY good at following directions. Sober, Embarassed Lindsay now owes Yager a new cell phone.
Interesting sidenote: I took a 4am-ish bath where I apparently used the entire bottle of bubble bath.
The next morning I found Whitney lounging on the sofa in yet another set of my clothes. Yager then made us waffles from scratch. This kind of thing needs to happen a lot more often in my opinion. So let us recap the list of things that were broken in this fine holiday: the TH (that's townhome for you lame-o's) itself, the pool, my closet/wardrobe, the bathtub and the belgian waffle iron. That, my friends, is workin.
- Lindsay