That was Meg's text to me a little bit ago. I don't think there's a lot that beats that...except the way I beat her at Skip-bo about 100 times today at Sunday Bloodys/Skip-bo day.
Meg's birthday party was pretty silly on Thursday. We not only ate the best burgers in NYC at Royale, we also got schwasted (which was the most important goal of the day). We had to...I mean, it was the end of the 21st year, beginning of the 22nd. We are/were a pretty rowdy group but I still think we charmed the pants off everyone we met, in the drunkest way possible. Meg will go into better details about this (and please, feel free to give us your stories about the party...to piece the night together more coherently.)
My sister came in to see me (aka airbrush tan and be in the city) and told some pretty funny stories to my friends about me as a child. Basically, I was a brat who stole her barbie dream house and make her use broken toys and a fire truck when we played house. Kristen- I am sorry. I am also sorry that you had a mullet when we were younger.
In closing:
*Facebook creeps me out. Probably because it makes me feel like a total creep.
*Our friend Ryan's music is legit and I can't stop listening to it!
*Commericals staring pinatas are scary. Esp when they talk! yikes!!
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