over the past year or so, my friend jenny has talked about her boyfriend terry in chicago. terry this, terry that, blah, blah, blah. she had shown us pictures, told us stories, and described his visits to minneapolis, but none of us had ever actually SEEN him. her excuses got so bad we eventually concluded that he really didn't exist, and that she had been spending all this time making out w/her pillow.
to prove us all wrong (or to show how that mail-orders work for women too), jenny invited us out to meet him on saturday night. turns out he's real and a total sweetheart (thank god too cuz it would've been uber embarrassing if she would've shown up w/her pillow...). so many people had heard the legend of the pillow that even MY MOM came to the CC Club (for those that don't know, this is not exactly a mama-sort of hangout).jenny -- i hope you got your money's worth :)
(don't ask why all the pics are of people pouring beer -- top to bottom, L to R: terry and jenny; chris, todd, and leslie; jenny's friend, sue's friend, and sue)
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