Oh, Kelly! HA! I'm sorry, but after dealing with my big 12 year old, 34 year old boyfriend all weekend and his childish BS, I'm all to happy to LAUGH MY BUTT off at your story and pics!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA A! (there it goes, the butt just fell right off!)
Mark hardly ever gets drunk even though he goes to the bar quite a bit. (His best friend is a bartender) But, when he does, its hilarious.
On his 30th birthday, I spent the entire night holding his head up as he puked in the bushes on the campus of the University of North Carolina (In DOWNTOWN Chapel Hill...ack!) and cried, "Please, please Nicole....you're not gonna tell my mom, right? Don't tell my mom...." This was after we had been at an Irish pub all night, where he proceeded to get up on stage with the Celtic band that was playing and dance a jig, and announce to the whole bar how much he loves his "wee lass" (that's me.) I guess once you get on stage in a crowded bar and announce your birthday, people start to buy you drinks. Lots of drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. And then you end up in the bushes on the campus of the University of North Carolina....in downtown Chapel Hil....with your girlfriend promising not to call mommy....