Did I mention I totally party pooped last night? I will own up to it. We went over to our good friend's house: Stevesters and JoJoJordan. Is it weird that I refuse to call people by their real name? Nicknames are wins! Stevearoni had prepared us an italian feast, and I was ready to park my chair at the spread. She whipped up some fettucini, yummy italian soup (which I asked the name of like 5 times...and can't remember), salad and garlic bread. A carb loaders dream!
So after I inhaled the best dinner ever known to man, we went to their game cave for some serious playstation time. I of course, mainly socialized with their boxer, Hurley, who is in a love-hate relationship with Goliath. They have a playstation move and so we played with that for a while, I insisted on playing volleyball. It was awkward and even though I am real life volleyball player I honestly could not figure out the timing in e-volleyball. So weird! I took things to the next level on rock band and played on medium, watch out Rolling Stones.
|This picture killed us, look at him crossing his legs!|
WHAT'S YOUR NICK NAME?
WHEN YOU PLAY ROCK BAND WHAT INSTRUMENT ARE YOU?
NINTENDO? X-BOX? OR PLAY STATION?