oh dear lord i'm so glad we're recounting this party together, steph - i'd almost forgotten some of the stuff you'd mentioned!!!

those caramels looked more like uncooked lumps of chicken to me. but oh so tasty.

and the hand signals for chappy's nicknames. wow. (by now i've totally forgotten his real name. whoops.)

i had a dream last night where i was in my 30s, and i realized i was going to die someday. to make things easier on everyone i decided to have myself cremated right then and there so they wouldn't have to worry about it years from now when i died. in my dream this made complete sense. so i went to the local crematorium emporium, and asked the lady to cremate me. she says okay, but she's gotta chop me up first. so she takes a huge butcher knife and cuts both my legs into pieces. one cut above the knee(about mid-thigh), and one below. it didn't hurt at all. and strangely enough, it didn't bleed, either. all of a sudden she had to go take a phone call or something and left the room, and i decided i really didn't want to be cremated just then, that i could wait a few years or maybe even until i die. so when she came back in the room i asked her to sew my legs back together. she tells me she can't do it, i have to go to a hospital.

then i woke up.

my brain is weird.