Well. This weekend couldn't have been more fun. Wait. I lied. If I could have stayed the whole weekend it would have been better but meh. I'm seriously considering never drinking again. I have the worst hangover I have ever experienced. I honestly don't know how I got passed my Grama last night without being caught. I must be like the stealth master or something. Like apparently I could barely walk? I remember Doumichel stopping [or ready to get into] a fight and I remember stealing the bottle of Watermelon Smirnoff and walking with Dave. And being on the swing and Sabrina's Dad comming down drunk screaming at the guys telling them to stay the fuck away from his 11yo daughter [Meanwhile she had told us she was in Grade 10?] AND I remember giving everyone hugs. AND let's jsut say I remember alot. So technically that means I shouldn't be feeling as ass-like as I do. Therfore. I am never drinking again. Paddy's 16th tonight. Probably going to get smashed yet again. ♥ I Drink To Much.