Love me, love my friends

I don't know what this says about my friends or how they reflect on me. I'd like to think it's a sign we're all hella-cool, and not that it's time for an intervention.

Saturday afternoon co-ed baby shower = meh.

Saturday afternoon co-ed baby shower where someone hands you a beer and says help us polish these off = woohoo!

Saturday evening quinciniera for triplets in the church's fellowship hall= ok.

Bleating a knock on the window and it's thoughts from the church calling you to sneak out to puff on an extra cigar they brought... Hells yes!