saturn1

walking for 8 hours from the bar to the car which was in another town with the awesomest friend in the world is one of the reasons i love life. i'm sore as fuck and i am sure we were almost robbed or worse a couple times, but we talked and laughed the whole entire time. definitely not equal to a safe, mediocre car ride.

on a related note, i think i should not let myself drink when i am already grumpy. unless i'm with a friend like that.

cheerio.