So I turned 23 last weekend. Hooray. Yeah. Whatever. It was fun. I blacked out - that was kind of my goal. It had been awhile since I had gotten that drunk and the birthday seemed like a good excuse to do so. I was still not that drunk at 12:30AM, so the fact that I pulled it off was pretty amazing to me and how it happened is a complete mystery - but can most likely be tied to several shots I drank. I woke up the next morning at 1:45PM. I showered, I moved to the couch and proceed to sleep until 5PM.
So overall a good weekend. Even though it lacked Eric yelling at us for not drinking enough, Smola getting drunk way before me (he's a huge lightweight in this scenario and real life) and Mike going to bed at 10PM, I made due.
That is all. It is Thursday. I had 2 beers. I wish I was heading Uptown right now. Instead I have work tomorrow and I am in Chicago, both of which make that wish difficult to accomplish. Sadness. Oh well.
Peace out!
Currently listening to: The Club Can't Handle Me by Flo Rida
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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I feel like on a whole, it is cooler to be in Chicago and employed than in Oxford without a job.
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