Nope- I actually planned on doing them all, but after getting a call early Sunday afternoon from my panicked sister who was watching her house that her apartment was in burn to the ground, I decided to hit the pause button on the wacky hijinks. She's fine, the baby is fine, everyone got out OK, but much scrambling was involved to figure out how to get them back on their feet as quickly as possible since they pretty much lost everything. (Also a HUGE thank you for all the kind words and offers of help on FB- you guys rock.)
That aside, here's what I did Saturday:
Gwen asked me to take a representation of her out wherever I went, and I think I did a pretty good job of capturing the beauty and furryness that is Her Gwenniness- I first took her for cocktails at W.A. Frost's with a few of my fellow monkey-lovers:
My main squeeze, H, also enjoyed MonkeyGwen's company, but he wasn't too appreciative of the poo flinging:
Ms. H. Golightly canoodled with our little friend- look how happy MG looks getting her cheeks tickled! If I remember correctly, we also tickled her face:
As H suggested, we photographed our snotscicles- the camera caught me picking mine. So typical.
I also took her to dinner at Midori's- that little monkey sure loves her sushi! It was very nice of them to make a banana maki roll for her- kind of makes me feel bad that I got drunk and forgot to pay the bill- oops.
And since I was too drunky to notice MonkeyGwen sneaking sips of my wine, she ended up getting plastered and started hitting on Mr. VonPartypants:
What a little slutmonkey.
I promise I will fulfill all of the remaining requests (I was especially excited by the suggestion to eat a burger the size of my head) as soon as possible. Because, for once- you ARE the boss of me.
Happy Thursday, my furry little monkey-humpers. Happy Thursday.