midnight at waffle house

after the fabulous black keys concert saturday night, these lovelies and i went to get midnight biscuits at waffle house.

thanks all for the laughter, the stories and the memories. this past weekend was just what i needed in life.

“when we die, these are the stories still on our lips. the stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. these important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. these stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. just for a moment. for a visit. every story is a ghost.”

– chuck palahniuk