Laura totally had my gift bag. Laura fucking rules.

The friend who I possibly hit on was apparently so drunk he doesn't remember anything. Alcohol fucking rules.

The owner of the restaurant where I ate 20 pounds of pancakes last night excitedly pounded on the window as I passed by today. I fucking rule.

Jim Norton continues to be, well, let me share this with you.

Me: glad you didn't meet me last night when i was shit fucking faced in the village

Jim: i never mind meeting a gal who is shitfaced.

Me: so fun to look at my digital camera this morning and see all these pictures of me on my friend who totally has a gf and i am not like that's lap. bourbon!

Jim: NICE. makes me happy. i love a gal who has beverages then parks her ass on a leg. excellent.

Me: yeah my parents are pretty excited

Jim: so am i