[the following post is by guest lover, writer, fabulousness, Gretchen Davis. oh, get excited…]
Rachel + Dan Long = 10 hour drive to Denver = Grrrrrretch (Davis) + Pajina’s (Vagina Pajamas) = Pete’s Diner + chicken fried steak + Forever 21 (Dan’s choice) + margaritas + Karaoke = Dan Long singing “Stay” = Gretch + Ray’s milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard = pure greatness…
[EDIT… by rach.]
p.s. So, Gretch and I were walking to the bathroom in the fab restaurant we just ate at, when this group of old men asked…
– Are you girls sisters?
– Haha… No.
– Yes, you are.
– No, no we’re not.
– No shit. Yes you are.
We were very confused by their confusion until we walked into the bathroom, stood side by side and looked in the mirror. Son of a bitch, we dressed alike again.
And then they told us that we also looked like sisters cuz we both have nice teeth. I quote: “Your teeth look like the front of a Chick-let box.” Compliment?
1 thought on “Orange Sticks.”
i’m terrible at math.