Chad is just so wrong about me. Yet, somehow, I'll manage to show up and drink a few with him and the rest of the gang.
Because I'm a lush that way and I need to get out more often anyways and this is as good an excuse as any other.
If you're in the Twin Cities, mark your calendar accordingly. However, you'll want to mark it on the 17th, not the 18th, because the 18th is a Sunday and I'm pretty sure Chad goofed up with the dates and I feel like pointing it out since he said I might bite.
Posted by Kathy at December 1, 2005 09:01 AM | TrackBackYou know Kathy, some people would have taken that as a compliment.
The date is the 17th. My morning coffee must not have kicked in when I penned that post.
Posted by: the elder at December 1, 2005 10:28 AMKath-- you must get some zicam! The stuff works, I'm tellin' youse. I haven't had a cold in a year and I spend all my time with runny-nosed brats. Get better so you two kids can kiss and make up.
Posted by: katie at December 1, 2005 10:39 AMI'm sure they would, Chad.
I'm equally sure some people would also have said "Only if you want me to," as well, but you didn't see me going down that road, did you? Nooooooo, sirreee, you didn't. I chose not to go there. Because I hadn't had enough coffee at that point in time, either.
Posted by: Kathy at December 1, 2005 10:49 AMDamn, I arrive in Mpls a week too late. The Feared Redhhead's a Twin Cities native, and we're visiting her clan for the big holiday.
Posted by: Brian B at December 2, 2005 02:54 PM