are you ever amazed at how totally fantastic friends, good friends, roommates, and TOTAL STRANGERS are? especially people named lindsay?
well, don't be. so awesome. also awesome: trader joe's burritos at 5 a.m. so great.
not awesome: hungover sundays. i predict this FROM THE FUTURE. or, wait. actually, the past. wait, what? i need another shot of whiskey.
UPDATE: oh, lord. nothing has been less awesome than this morning. i'm pretty sure if i stood up i would fall over, and i'm also pretty sure the act of typing is causing blinding colors to show up behind my eyeballs.
there was a lot of alcohol
julian thinks if only i can manage to smoke 20 packs a day between now and halloween i can pull off the dr. girlfriend baritone
kitchen making outting! OMG!
blazers are the new cardigans (no, i don't know what that means either, except that everybody in the world last night was wearing a blazer, including every single roommate of mine, till i felt compelled to go put on my own blazer)
i spent at least 15 minutes extolling the virtues of turning a certain age to the nabob (not that i would know anything about that seeing as i am CONSIDERABLY YOUNGER), most of which consisted of the facts that "you're not wrinkly!" and "you have a smokin hot wife!" wisdom for the ages.
whiskey shots, too many