Friday night, after eating a butter soaked sandwich from Gibby's in Frankfort (quite literally soaked), J and I decided to ride around Frankfort completing meaningless tasks. Once we got bored riding around town, we decided we would head home. Once we reached the Capital we noticed a line of cars wrapping around the parking lot and decided that since we were so bored we would get in line behind the 20 or so Lexus' and BMWs and find out what was going on. Can you say desperate for something to do? J and I continued to sit in line for no reason for the next 10 minutes, just sitting there laughing that we were sitting in line. Once we reached the attendant directing traffic he asked us for our invitation. Invitation for what we said? He said for the Governor's Mansion Party that was happening tonight. Since we had no invitation we were made to leave, and thru the back way for that matter. Embarrassed. Anyway, we finally made it home and contemplated making a Word Doc invitation containing bad word art, but decided that we'd rather not make a trip to jail for any unnecessary trips tonight. Back to the boring night we had planned!
Raise some hell for me tonight people!
-Wicked Out
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