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The ladies partied again last night. Oh god, I did WAY too many shots. I thought I was fine, but thinking back, the point where I could barely lift the bottle to my lips was probably a good indicator that I should've stopped... But I didn't. We smoked a bunch... bongs, joints, and pipes were being passed everywhere, and I really couldn't resist.

I only remember bits and pieces of what happened after the party (though I'm sure I'll find out more and be completely humiliated after Ian wakes up). I remember being in the Taco Bell drive-thru and yelling, "NO, I WANT CHALUPAS!!!" at the speaker. Then, I remember trying to walk up to my front door, and stumbling towards the bushes until Ian said, "Over here."

Here's the best picture of the night...



Love it.