Zule was supposed to go, but he got stuck at home watching our pukey toddler. Scott and I went to the mag and I had a blast! I was fully trashy and trashed. I did not win a fucking barbeque though. Damn. I'm hoping the pictures of me in the mens restroom surface soon. I bored Gary and Scott to death with drunk talk so they wrote on me. Happy Birthday, MAG BAR! Off to church. Surprisingly, unhungover. I think I need a post emoticon on this site to show whether I'm hungover or not.
Okay, update: I'm totally hungover. It hit me at noon. I must have been drunk still earlier. My favorite part of the night is when I fell on my ass at the walgreens' parking lot and scott had to pick me up. Thanks Scott, youre awesome.