Me: There’s an art to cunnilingus just as there is an art to fellatio. Reed players are especially good at it.
Byrnes: What? They don’t even use their tongues that much. It’s all about the brass.
Me: When’s the last time you played?
Byrnes: Baby, that’s one skill that never goes away.
Byrnes: I think we took out the Internet with our sex.
Byrnes at The Pour House for Fourth of July dinner.
The Fourth with Byrnes and Charles.
Last week was fabulous, and then hectic. After my trip to Boston, I realised that I had forgotten to enter some very important appointments into my calendar (which means that I will have missed two), my copy of Adobe Web Premium CS3 had stopped working (which is disastrous since I regularly use Photoshop, Flash, [...]
Byrnes: You just randomly flipped to only being on Yahoo.
Me: Wireless. But I think it’s the encryption really. The network was free for a while, and everything was fine. Then Dad put encryption back on.
Byrnes: Well turn the damn encryption off! Seriously. Who’s gonna steal your wifi?!
Me: The deer. [...]
Me: Finally back in Boston. Let’s get dinner.
Byrnes: Unfortunately the only food we can get at this hour is pizza or hot dogs.
Me: Sweetie, you know that I’m always up for some late night hot juicy sausage.
Me: Look! All those straight roads and little houses all the same size and color. It’s like they planned the layout of the city.
Byrnes: They kinda did. The Great Fire?
Me: They didn’t have to rebuild it that way. Boston can learn a few things from Chicago.
Byrnes on stage with the wedding band at the reception.
Byrnes and me at the wedding reception.
