Waffle House, Eurotrip, and Levon

At Carrie's house, at the moment. Just chilling before we go to lunch at Waffle House. I woke up with an inexplicable craving for Waffle House, and oddly enough, she's been craving it for the past three weeks. Then we are returning to casa sua to watch Eurotrip, which has got to be one of the funniest movies ever. A few Coronas, and it could be the perfect afternoon. I wonder if anyone reads this blog (my guess is no). Here's a test: if you are reading this, and can tell me how many times you must knock on Tony Orlando's ceiling, leave a comment. A prize will be awarded to the first response. Lol. And no, I'm not drunk yet, I swear.