I just got home about half an hour ago from chick flicks and ice cream. It rocked.
Mistie ordered a pizza from Stone Oven, a large pizza. I am proud to announce that we finished it. By ourselves. Does this make us pigs? No. It makes us accomplished, thankyouverymuch.
Oh, and what kind of pizza? Mistie is slightly lactose intolerant, so she asked them to please go easy on the cheese. We had a sauce pizza. With a few cheese polka dots. We enjoyed it anyway.
We also downed a 2-liter of Mountain Dew.
I only did half of my Ben and Jerry's Twisted Half-Baked ice cream. The rest is in Mistie's freezer where I forgot about it because we were laughing too hard over My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Sweet Home Alabama.
Carolyn kept me updated on some of the high points of the banquet. Such as Garrett running into a beam in the annex loft while blindfolded. This also caused Mistie and I great fits of laughter. It was awesomized.