we like to party

What I would like to do right now is tell you in many, many, many words about how awesome my weekend in a hunting cabin located 190 miles away was. It would take hours. Plus, I have bruises to figure out tend to, one last search for any stowaway ticks, and a few things left to unpack.

I have training at work all of this week, and you all know how much I love training of any kind.

I just went flipping through all the pictures of this weekend, and I’m so glad I have some of the most awesome friends in the world. Aside from a bruised shin due to mounting a propane tank with no hands, a scraped knee from falling down the porch stairs while wearing fireman boots, and still trying to figure out if I did indeed really fall out of the top bunk onto the floor last night, it was a perfectly awesome weekend.

I leave you with some of my favorite pictures. The Flickr set from my camera is here. Other people are uploading theirs now, too, because I just looked at my Flickr contacts’ page and noticed three pictures of me from three different people, all with me wearing an orange hunter’s cap and insanely large sunglasses.

I'm so hot.
The best picture anybody has ever taken of me. Clearly. Or probably Katie, who’s in the other awesome orange hat.

Propane Tank Riding should be an Olympic sport. (Jenni, Wendy, Cindi, Katie, and Christine)

Little People, Big World
Sean does his midget dance.

The Gay 90s meets the Party Cabin
No party is complete without a dance train. At 1ish in the morning. (From left to right: Dave, Mollie, Jenni, Cindi, and Sean)

Sean breathing fire.
Sean breathing fire. He taught us all how.

Jello Shot Salad
I forgot the Dixie cups to make Jello shots, so Stephanie and I came up with a Nobel Prize winning idea of – JELLO SHOT SALAD.