truth.
I was like, oh, I need these and I need to send these to Jackie… and then I noticed that I am reblogging it FROM her. Similar minds.
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the best part of st. patrick’s day for me was… well, we were at the bar from 2-7 and, when we left, i started driving toward the east side but otherwise aimlessly (just hoping a game plan would materialize on its own, really) and then i decided that i wanted cheese. specifically the cahill’s cheddar variety that’s blended so perfectly with whiskey. i had a car packed with dudes and none of them had any say in what we were doing because obviously i was driving. so, i dragged them to whole foods, went in, picked out a solid block of cheese and checked out.
and i walked out of the store… and… hank was there. i do see hank fairly often but this was totally and completely unexpected and it’s entirely possible that i have a semi-legitimate crush on this dog. my jaw literally dropped and i was all omgomgomg and he was so excited to see me (slash so excited to be around so many people and smells, but i’m going to continue pretending that he was solely excited to see me) and alex (brad’s brother) was just standing there with him, kind of mystified by how drunk everyone else was… and waiting for hannah to come out of the market. but, yeah. the best part of the day was seeing hank.
and then we had to leave because andrew kept stealing clementines from an outdoor display and of course he was shitfaced so he wasn’t even doing a good job of hiding the fact that he was stealing clementines.
the end.
my life.
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