Remember virgin strawberry
daiquiris (and slicing a hole in the bottom of the pitcher with the hand-held blender?), brownies, and dancing to Michael Jackson's greatest hits in #55's kitchen? Some of my fondest memories are from that year we roomed together and I can't hear one of Micheal's songs and not think back to that time. May he rest in peace.
You are so stinkin funny! I remember when you lived there! And I loved your roomies! Good times!
ReplyDeleteThat was a drama-filled year!
ReplyDeleteI still get down to a little Michael every now and then! What a good time we had!
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