Hammering while Hammered

No time to really write, I just wanted to document the drunken hammerfest at our house last night! It wasn't a drunken rock-n-roll gropefest a la Luckybuzz (darn) but it was a drunken rock-n-roll post-barbeque home decorating project!

Mr. Q, a friend (who will remain nameless until I get permission to pseudonymously refer to them), and I, went over to a barbeque and after a few beers came back to our place for more beer & vodka drinks and Duran Duran and the Greco-Roman Kitty Wrestling Finals which somehow led to a discussion and analysis of our art display which led to an inexplicable and overwhelming desire for Mr. Q to rearrange said art display with the guidance of our slightly inebriated but muy talented design friend.

Synopsis:
Beer - $6
Vodka & Cranberry - $12
Hammering at 10:30 p.m. on a Sunday night - priceless

After the chosen objets d'art were rearranged, Mr. Q stood back to admire his work but then exclaimed "I don't really like it". I think he does, he just doesn't know it yet.

Anyway, if our neighbors didn't like us before, they really aren't going to be fond of us now. But since they loved us with every fiber of their being before yesterday, I think they'll forgive us. Plus they owe us for all those nights we tried to sleep while they talked and laughed outside our window at all hours of the night! Payback, baby. She's a bitch.