Sixxbach is not to be trusted. He poisoned me with red wine last night. I'd like to post a long, detailed account of the evening's events, but I don't remember much.
Still, because I love everyone here so much, even in the midst of my slow-creeping death, I want to share a few of the things I learned last night. Perhaps these pearls of wisdom will improve your quality of life. Or perhaps they will just make you thankful that you were able to avoid my company.
When a man asks me to dance, I'm supposed to let him lead.
Some people do not like going to Magnolia at 3 a.m., but will graciously take you through the drive-through at Whataburger for breakfast.
Some people are completely selfish and use all of the salsa without leaving any for the rest of the group.
It is not sexy to eat pancakes with your hands.
When I'm enjoying myself in the bedroom, I do not care whether someone else is trying to sleep. I do not come with a mute button.
iPhones do not work well after you drop them on the ground a couple of times.
As a general rule, I have more fun with my ECCIE friends than I do with my civi friends.
Sixx is only friends with me because I like to cook.
Sixxbach poisoned me last night.
Or is that floorie? In either case, he clearly demonstrated his devotion.
