My Best Friend's Birthday

Sunday, June 1st, was my bestest friend Trina's birthday. We gathered together in our favorite local watering hole (read: bar) for drinks and schnacks and presents. Victoria was there, and she is reknowned for her extraordinary powers of gift giving.

Victoria gave Trina a toy submarine. Called the Kursk. Yep, after that Kursk.

We spent many happy moments engaged in gallows humor, sticking it under the bench and refusing offers of international help in getting it out. Trina lives on a boat, and she planned to take it home and weight it down with rocks, bringing it up on Monday, shouting, "Psych!" and then lowering it back down.

I'm so very pleased that I won't be alone during my eternity in hell.