Erin's Visit

Erin's Visit

I believe this picture sums up erin's trip to KC at the beginning of August nicely. Nipple licking and faces of ecstasy. How much more can a girl ask for?

But a quick recap for those of you who missed it:

• After being separated for more than a year, erin and I were accidentally reunited with screams of joy and laughter -- in the women's bathroom at the KC International airport. I almost wet myself, erin had relieved herself seconds before, and the poor woman urinating was probably happy that she was on the toilet to begin with.
• erin took a jog while I was at work, only to get lost and harassed by a bunch of men. Vixen.
• The Clinique counterwoman gave us the free-gift-with-purchase without either of us having made purchases.
• We ate at Chipottle (see erin licking Brett's nipple above). After eating, erin threw her trash away, including the basket. She looked at the large red sign "Please do not throw baskets away.", into the trash can which she had thrown her basket, back at the sign, back to me, back to the garbage can, back to me, and then whispered "Oh no!" and ran out of the restaurant.
• erin and I getting sort-of tipsy on The Plaza. As we were walking home, both us saw these two guys walking toward us. One was muscular and hot. erin gripped my arm, muttering "Oh my god, is that ...?" as I said "...Joe Manriquez?" It was Joe Manriquez!!! We ran into Joe Manriquez two blocks away from my apartment!! Yay, Joe Manriquez! I got his phone number and a "Call me the next time you're in Iowa City!" As we skipped away, erin started giggling uncontrollably. Her explanation: "The last time I saw Joe, he was trying that thing where Press-Citizen readers set him up with a blind date!"
• erin and I driving to Jefferson City, where I ate at a Ruby Tuesday's for the first time. erin ate from the enormous salad bar.