Guess who was in town from Corporatesville, USA this past weekend?

JEEZIKAH!

Friday night was a balls-out revival of last year’s nights of debauchery.  If I ran into you that night, I apologize for the extreme lack of articulation/balance/motor skills.  The Morning After we found that
a)  All the still photos we thought we took were actually videos.
b) I sporadically licked Damon’s face. [I would have certainly denied this, but the pictures/videos don't lie. The behavior is unladylike, but unfortunately, not un-JENN-like.]

Saturday, we did something really RANDOM and COOL and YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TRY THIS: The Exotic Feline Rescue Center.

Basically, it’s this twenty-acre habitat in podunk Indiana for big cats that for some reason don’t have a home.  Some of them are seized from crazy people’s homes, or from crappy circuses.  We thought, cool - you go in, and it’s kind of like a zoo…we had NO idea.  I’ll update more with pictures once I get them from Jess, but in sum…

– I heard what it sounds like when many lions roar, like dogs in a neighborhood.
– I saw a tiger eating a fucking dead cow head!
– I saw our tour guide almost get her hand bit off by a teenage lion and then the daddy lion got mad and roared at her and I hid behind Annie and peed my pants.

[BEST $10 SPENT. EVER.]