I was just running late but still wanting to present the best for my friend's party, i decided that double eggs would do just fine. Girls were told to bring entrees but..., hey! if a party didn't end up bottles of wine and tons of beers, what the heck? Seemingly, Alice was still in her little wonderland and didn't get the idea of what potlock party was all about, she was expecting just a few bite-size snacks and then beers and wine would do of the rest.

I never did make it to the party on time, but I was fashionably 30 minutes late along with a full plate of "tasty" double eggs (alice was very proud of herself!!) Dinner table and counter top piled up with gourmet meals that Alice has been dreaming about, and later on she was pleased to see that her contribution was first thing gone.

I was almost thanking God for bring me so much food as I've been tagged as a compulsive barbarian diner, However, off the table time i did sing for God for getting us together, and I was actually made to sign up for a Saturday night Bible study. I must have lost my mind!! i know what a Bible looks like, i read it once, from cover to cover. But why would i even make such a commitment since I wasn't even sure whether i was going to make it. I guess God must have shown up for one second and proposed me to ditch my date on Saturday night. I'm crossing my fingers that he will not read this column.

A ticket charged for parking by the hydrant made the rest of my night, it was a big pain on the ass!

3am, time for bed, minty-freshed and alcohol free.

have a sweet dream to everyone