Last night was my roommate's 21st birthday and holy shit... I still feel a bit woozy. We met at Santa Fe for dinner and drinking (because who can pass up $5 pitchers of beer?). Five hours and six pitchers later we were a bit smashed. Thankfully, we had a great DD that drove us home and then to the bar later on. The bar was all about music and beer and fun conversation and some guy that kept hitting on me and asking my friends for info about me. It was interesting, but of course I have a boyfriend whom I absolutely love and had to turn the guy down. Shame... Oh well. 
How's everything going for everyone else?
How's everything going for everyone else?
spaceboy:
Ah, the designated driver. That was always me before all my friends got domesticated.