Next morning, after Sandy has removed the last traces of the party, she treats herself to some SSX3.
Sandy and Brandon sneak downstairs…
“What the- I thought we were cool, Andrea!!!”
“I CHANGED MY MIND!”
The party was a roaring success, by the way.
…she throws a little party.
Since the afternoon is just as boring…
Fyi
I’ve upped the queue to 12 posts per night (whoah!) because I have 300 posts in the queue and 28 in my drafts folder, and am like three rounds ahead of the queue (not to mention the upcoming interlude of Teens challenge pictures). So in order to have any chance to ever catch up to Middleground, I decided to spam you.
Also, I’ll be in Glasgow (Scotland) from Sunday until Thursday and therefore, inactive aside from my queued posts.
Sandy has a rather uneventful morning. I don’t remember with whom she talked on the phone, but she doesn’t look very happy about it.
Back at home…
Brandon can’t decide if he wants to stay or to leave. (He eventually left. Thank god. He was starting to creep me out)
They have a blast.
Brandon visits. They decide to head over to the Old Scotman’s Pub for some fun.
“Excuse me, who are you again?”
That damn bar tender is harassing everyone in that town.
aondaneedles 