This place is crazy, it's 10:00pm and I'm in bed blogging Quentin is sitting beside hiccuping because he's dranken way to much beer, and I have blister all down the backs of my heels the size of quarters from my beautiful but agonizing cowboy boots. Quentin keeps telling me he's so happy I'm safe and yes I agree, I can't walk through that valley by myself that would be suicide. It's a totally wicked party though and I'm saving my energy for when my girls get here.
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