Hy and I are side by side on my purple leather couch. We are both still exceedingly hungover from our previous evening.
“I’m pretty sure this is what half-dead feels like”, she says.
I have a lot to say, but it’s not going to be right now. Here are some quick facts to tide you over:
Fox has decided again that he’s done. He didn’t meet Hy. We didn’t even make it to the farmers market.
I’ve seen Tony twice in the last two days.
Shenanigans met Tony, in my house. They shook hands. Tony brought us all lattes.
Shenanigans came over the night before, after Hy and I had been out partying. I was otherwise occupied, throwing up and passing out from too much red wine.
So Shenanigans fell prey to the wonder of Hyacinth Jones. We think she started it, but the details are a little fuzzy.
Hy and I shared a bed with both Tony and Shenanigans. Maybe at the same time.
We’ve now heard (and seen, in one case), the other having sex.
Lots of cheese and wine has been consumed.
It’s been a wild and fun weekend and we aren’t even done yet.