I think I took several hours off my own life Saturday night.

I had an amazing time, what I remember. It was like partying at my sister’s 30th birthday party this year in May, only I didn’t get sick (sorry Kate) and I had to take myself home. I walked, Dad, don’t worry. It was a long walk though, and apparently I didn’t go straight home. I have heard I called a few friends saying I was running around a playground, and then fell. Idiot! As long as I didn’t hurt anyone, or myself, it’s all in good fun. So far, I haven’t heard anything horrible I’ve done and I’ve talked to both the girls who tend over at Duff’s and I was cool… so… yea.

I do remember, at some point in the night, getting showered with whiskey at the bar. You don’t see that very often. And I would love to see pictures of it, if there are any. I really did have fun, though. Jon brought a pinata full of adult and kid toys… very funny… and a big mess. What is funny… I didn’t end up with any of the stuff inside of it! Everyone else took it home!

Yesterday I spent recovering and trying to find out what happened, who I called, who I texted, who I stole the gum from… and anything else I didn’t have recollection of. Ate lots of food, watched Dexter, did some freelance for Toshiba and crawled to bed. I still need to sleep off the rest of this birthday haze I’m in right now. I can’t believe it’s still with me!