OMG. Happy Birthday, Dan.
I had 3 drinks (one of which I spilled halfway through, almost severing Ben's toe with my shattered glass. I took that as a sign that it was time to leave). 3 drinks is 2.5 drinks too many.
We didn't even fight.
How many pictures do I have of me and Misty JUST LIKE THIS from college? Too many. Super senior year, anyone?
Why Bradley creeps me the eff out. Seriously they are too tame and cat-sized.
I am almost 30, and I cannot drink anymore. Home by 10:30 and still hung over 28 hours later. And puffy. So, so puffy. Before pregnancy? I couldn't even TASTE vodka anymore. Not that that's healthy or anything, but still. My. head. hurts.