Who really likes March anyways?

I sure as heck dont.

Or maybe I just didnt like posting this month.

Oops?!

This month has had its crazy ups and downs

More about all of that later.

But Ive been using this time,

to really focus on what makes me happy.

My new motto is

"It works until it doesn't."

Its all about cutting your losses and just moving on.

But one thing that always does it for me?

A night at the Tap Room with the Secret Society.

((all photos taken within a span of 5 minutes))

((ps. thats the newest member of the SS, RLich))

The Menage a' Guntrum Woody Secret Society

The Menage a' Guntrum Woody Secret Society (or the MaGWSS as I'll call it from hurrr on out) had its first official meeting Tuesday night.

From afar, it seemed to be a quiet evening among three friends - a catching up of sorts over a glass of wine and then an acoustic show while sipping a beer from the tap.

But taking a closer look, you heard them them talking about tacky weddings. You witnessed a rousing game of "What the eff, biatch?!" (that's it's PG-13 Internet name), which included wondering why the woman alone at the bar felt the need to sing every single lyric, even when she didn't know them; gasping in dismay when a girl walked in dressed as an Eskimo; and pondering if the leathery cotton-topped man was actually wearing a wig. You also spied these three taking shots (on a Tuesday night?) when a surprise run in with an old E-Harmony match presented itself.

You probably thought they were clique-ish. Elitist? Loud and obnoxious?

Agreed.

But you know what?

They don't care.

They enjoyed themselves.

"Wreaking Havoc"

MTher, Scottie, SKing, Charlie, & T-Phil

Friday night, while GC was away for a boys weekend at the camp, I forwent a tranquil night of mani/pedis, movies, and take-out. Instead, I called up my lovelies that I hadn't seen in a while and headed down to the Tap Room in River Ranch to, as SKing calls it, wreak havoc.

And while I could sit here and give you a play by play of what went down, I think the impromptu photo shoots speak for themselves.

The place where GC sat on the night we first met....