Note to self…
Stop bringing and especially using the cell phone on drunken outings. Oh drunk dials, how you get me into trouble.
I hate beltway traffic at 10pm on a Saturday. That was ridiculous. Absoult juice is dangerous. Seven eleven spicy hot dogs may be your friend when you’re drunk at 3am, but they won’t be when you’re hungover at 11am. CPDubs is always a good time, and we missed you Carly!
Another crazy weekend comes to a close. Sunday was dulled by having too much time for sitting and thinking in a semi conscious state but was brightened by grilled food and Family Guy. And now, thanks to the Simpsons, I have Journey stuck in iTunes and my head.
Don’t stop, believin’. Hold on to that feelin’.
That’s a wrap.
