So Friday night was a bit ridiculous going to 3 different holiday parties. Lavish food, free booze...definitely recipe for disaster. What started at 7 finally ended with me and Eric playing pool at Lucky Strike, desperately trying to sink the 8 ball despite being inebriated beyond comprehension.

Afterward, I hopped into a cab, drunk dialed/texted some peeps, and got the drunk munchies and dusted off a can of Campbell's steak and potatoes. What a night.

Fellatio moved in on Saturday so it was pretty much me running around like crazy trying to prepare his room. His room definitely looks way nicer than mine because I put in nice drapery, etc... But his room was also the guinea pig room and now after two separate sets of rods, multiple drill holes, I think I'm ready to do my room. Ha!

I seriously need to stop my drunk dials/texting. "This. Is. Dangerous. nah nah nah...."