In retrospect, Monday was just one gigantic bad idea. Keely came over with a case of beer and Keith came over with his hookah.
Next thing I know, I got barbeque sauce on my white shirt, it's pouring down rain, and I decided to remove my shirt and dance in the rain in my bra.
Not gonna lie, it was fun. My roommates were amused.
Kevin came home and I was jumping around on the driveway. Him and Shannon got out of the car and he laughs and goes, "Keely, the circus called, they want their crazy back." It made me giggle.
He goes, "Why did you take off your shirt?" "There was a barbeque stain on it." "Oh, that's logical.
I proceeded to dance around on the back porch and Keely looks at me and says, "Nicole, you ARE a free spirit."
I've been called that a lot in my life. I actually find that to be a compliment.
Anyway, last night was more relaxing. Went to the frog pond to listen to the froggies under the night sky and swooned over Jo Calderone in You and I.
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