| After two months of travelling around Europe, I finally dragged my sorry ass home. The plane ride was long, but we managed to get into Toronto 20 minutes early. Yaaay! Or so I thought. We sat on the tarmac for 90 &$$%$!@!! minutes before we got into the gate. I then had to wait for the last piece of luggage to come off the carousel before I could get mine. I somehow managed to avoid the full rubber-glove treatment and came out to find Malkin waiting for me. We went to Lynn's place because she had my house keys, but she wasn't even there. I thought "Great. My closest friends can't even be bothered to be around." Malkin took me home to see if Donny Von Weberton was still at Casa Kenny's. As we pulled into my driveway, I could see that almost all my friends were there for a surprise party!!! It turned a depressing end to my trip into the best homecoming I could have ever hoped for! | |
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"Dy-no-mite!!!" |
"Who the hell are you???" |
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I don't remember these people at all. |
I felt so loved...especially when I realized how many women were in my kitchen. |
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I had a horrible flashback to the monkey-mugging incident in Gibraltor. |
I don't remember these people either. |
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Comparing bellies. |
Mr. Smiley |
"This reminds me of this time when I was in..." |
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Is it the goatee? The hat? Or the lei? |
Catching up on my infamous self-portraits. |
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"Get off my foot!" |
I fancy the Irish redheaded types |
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Can't imagine why I'd be happy to be home. |
"Come on guys! I just want a group hug!" |
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If I can get this kind of reaction every time I go away... |
I'm not going to say anything about this one. |
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 OK, we might just have enough pictures of us together again. |
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"Listen here, pardner. I've been overseas, and I know a thing or two now." |
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