And, We're Back

In the haze of a severe hangover and a bit twitchy from driving all damn day, I am fondly replaying this weekend's memories with family and friends. Among all of the highlights and highballs, which you'll get soon whether you want them or not, I can't shake my disappointment that I didn't flash my boobs at all.

In the Comments section, tell me a regret from your weekend. Bonus points for anyone who actually performed a service act today in celebration of Dr. King (blow jobs DO count) OR anyone who flashed their boobs.

Note: Brinki Dink had such a good idea to combine the "Who in the Hell is She Talking About?" section with the descriptions (which are still giving me fits and are woefully far behind--I'll have this mess straightened up by tomorrow evening, I swear on my hair, because I lurve and respect all of you as individuals and artists and all of that crap.)