I ran into Gwen when I was stopping to pee after I got off the plane- she was coming out of the pisser, I was going in. The best part was that she didn't say "HEY!" or "Whiskey!!" or anything like that when she spotted me- she just sort of let out a hee-haw, nerdy sort of giggle. It was adorable. We hugged and immediately starting talking about pooping.
So predictable, we are.
I was wearing a t-shirt that I had made just for the occasion (some of you will get this, some of you may not. It's a long, embarrassing story that I'll save for a drunken post in the future):
A bit of evidence that I actually spent the weekend in St. Louis with Gwen, and not pole-dancing at a truck stop in Arkansas, as rumors on the in-ter-nets would have you believe:
Gwen and I after our commitment ceremony at City Hall. Gwen wore white, I wore a donkey suit. It was as beautiful as it sounds:
The giant, tiled, mushroom/penis sculpture at the bar we went to Friday night. It was penitacular:
Gwen and I slow dancing, catholic prom style:
Gwen is quite the gardener. She currently is attempting to grow human butts, with mixed results:
Hanging out at the Hamptons (aka Gwen's back yard by the big blow-up pool) with a fruity beverage and pig ears:
Once we were tipsy enough to refuse to recognize any idea as a bad one, we decided to give each other tattoos, "prison-style". My boob rose:
And my Celtic/Asian/Generic stripe, based on any number of tattoos generally found on Ultimate Fighting enthusiasts:
The line at the frozen custard place we went to Saturday night, after a long day of grilling, boozing, tattoos and boobies. There were seriously close to 200 people there, but the line moved really fast.
Gwen couldn't figure out why everyone at the ice cream store was looking at her funny, then she remembered that she had a hat on. On a related note: I am not wearing pants in this picture. No lie.
Before I flew home on Sunday, we met some of Gwen's friends for brunch at a swanky hotel. This? This was just the "dessert station". There was also a "cured meat and cheese station" and both an oyster bar and a bloody mary bar, among other treats. Oh, and unlimited mimosas.
Best. Brunch. Ever.
I miss my monkey-girl already...