Jenny: Can you believe it's been five years since the founding of the DOTB? Five years of poorly planned (and occasionally poorly executed) dinners. Five years of quality fun. And two of us made it through for the long haul. Can you believe this is the same little boy that plaintively asked "jenny?" while looking for an SDCC DOTB 97 tee shirt?
I'm getting old.
Mandi: Oh God, I remember that day. We are getting old. And I'm way older than you, Jen. I remember we all would sit around and wonder why Mikey's dad took him to all these conventions. Mikey, why did your dad?
Jenny: I can't believe that Tim was there. And I hardly got to talk to any of these guys. Too busy dealing with personal drama. Why, oh why does drama follow me?
Mandi: Did Tim come for just the dinner or was there some other reason? I do have to say though that if Tim can come from England, so can any of you.
Jenny: This poor girl just about asphyxiated herself. Something was horribly funny to her. Something about Adam, a mating ritual, and shorts. She lost her shit. Whatever she told me was vaguely funny, but I must have missed out on the TRUE joke, because I'm pretty sure she just about died.
Mandi: I get like that when I haven't had enough sleep. Maybe she hadn't had enough sleep.
Jenny: I'm not sure who talked Renae into wearing this skimpy cow costume. I'm pretty sure it had a lot to do with Marc Silvestri's wife. But Renae has worked hard and lost a LOT of weight, and she looked great in it. And the ears were adorable. I figured I'd pull my tits out of my blazer so that she wasn't the only one baring the girls to the world.
Mandi: This photo just seems really weird to me. It almost looks like Renae is snarling. She reminds me of one of Ian Churchill's vixens.
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