it's my life

when katy, tuesday and i finally make it to the house of peter, justin, jon and chester, i feel as if my legs are two rather detached fleshy stumps and that my hands are bits of dough attached to sticks. i realize how gross that sounds, but, well.... that's what it was like. sorry.

once we begin to warm up [read: ingest suberb alcoholic homemade apple cider with apple, orange ginger and clove chunks floating in it] we're offered a veritable smorgasbord of food.

food that consists of dead deer flesh.

i have to say though, that i was highly impressed with the venison burger which i ingested, and although i didn't make it to the venison spaghetti sauce i'm going to go with the assumption that it was probably pretty stellar as well.

in the end though, i just became highly distaracted by the bunny and spent a good ten minutes at the bottom of the stairs trying to woo it with imaginary treats. i promised bunny that next time i came i would bring her a ryvita cracker.

god i love bunnies.