Torrie and I started out the weekend doing the least formal thing we could think of – staying up late and playing Mario Cart in our PJs…then watching Saturday morning cartoons in said PJs (its been years since I’ve seen a Saturday morning cartoon).

Saturday night, we did the most formal thing we could think of – we went to a dance/ball involving carefully quaffed hair (great job Kris!), dress, suit, and a dozen black roses.

I’m not sure which was more fun…

Tomorrow I’ll head home to do the least fun weekend thing I can think of – getting my teeth drilled. Barring a brawl with Mike Tyson, that fate should happen to my pearlies on Monday.