What happens when you get together five women, a bunch of alcohol, ice cream sundaes and cookies and some aerobeds?
Giggling until 3 AM and big fat heads the next day. Thank God someone is making a Starbucks run and I hear croissants are on the way.
The rest of the crew will be rolling in today, provided that AirTran gets their computers up and running. Apparently they're not boarding any flights right now and one of our Baltimore compatriots is stuck there. But that's okay, we'll surely have a few drinks just to fill in for her until she gets here. We're considerate like that.
And in breaking news, apparently my dog Rufus exploded all over the backseat of Joey's Tahoe last night. More details as they become available.
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