Mid-July found Kimplicated, *the* original concert consort, in horse's ass goodness. We managed to surprise her with a brunch on Ponce, augmented with Maggiano's cheesecake. Yum.
Kimplicated kidnappery then ensued to the Emory Conference Center, replete with Frank Lloyd Wright goodness and massage appointments for all. The massage terrorist hurt so good!Dinner found us making our mosey to the square in Decatur, with the title shot snapped in the pay parking lot.
Had hoped for a francophilian supper at Cafe Alsace, but they were sold out for the holiday n' stuff. Second fiddle Thai knoshing didn't suck, with dessert next door at Sage. Finished the night with a lesson in darts in the lounge.Hooray for Kimplicated! Hooray at last! Hooray for Kimplicated, she's a horse's ass!
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I started writing something awhile ago about entering my 4th decade when it hit me--in a sudden rush of mathematical clarity--that I wasn't entering my 4th decade at all. I had just completed it. Meaning I was entering my *gasp* 5th decade!
I'm just as happy as the next guy to be alive and healthy. Even so, consider my middle finger fully extended along with yours and yes--f*ck f*rty mightily!!!
Your finger is *so* there in spirit! Actually, that snap reminds me of Sheena's FUH2 posts.
Five-Oh is now on my horizon... I'm thinking I'd better grown up soon...
Oy!
Happy F*** F**** Day, Kimplification.
Though I really can't imagine celebrating one without garlic scented nipple twists courtesy of the best Lesbian chef in Ottawa...
Sheena, we just may have to add KimPractical to the Sheenada festivities next year and call it a joint celebration. Everyone should benefit from Marroush love!
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