So last night was great! The Ghetto Gala certainly lived up to its title. Great moments in history: Mike (our resident gay rock star) slapping me for saying we didn't like Miss Booker (years ago) and proceeding to chase me around the parking lot. Letting the 15-year-old son of the woman who signs our paychecks drink a beer (he made sure he had 3 hamburgers to eat first so he wouldn't get really drunk). The lighting of the fireworks (dear Lord) in the parking lot. Natalie dancing on the table in her pink tutu and wife-beater (she dressed up for the occasion).
And this kid Josh here reminds me of my friend Christopher, particularly when he asked why he reminded me of my friend Christopher.
Anyway, this group is pretty cool. I think I'm gonna like it here.
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