...but I don't really remember her birthday party. I was fine until I had a glass of that punch. It ate holes in my brain.
I remember eating cake because Meg made it, I remember Lauren is the best at making friends at parties, I remember calling Meg "Cockfest" all night (she started it), I remember the 17-pound cat, I remember talking about Holly's blowhole a lot, I remember that I spent most of the night out front...OK, so I remember most of it, and I had a great time. It's the few things I can't remember, even though I keep trying:
1. Sarah, you told me a big secret and then made me promise never to tell anyone. Well, don't worry, because I have absolutely no idea what it was.
2. DKB, you told me a secret too, but I can't for the life of me remember why it was a secret.
3. I talked to Eric for like 10 minutes on the way home. No idea what we talked about.
4. I remember we all watched "Sunny," but I do not remember going to bed. Did somebody carry me or something?
5. Did Conrad show up?
6. Mysterious text to DKB that I found in my phone this morning: "Sorry babe! I didn't know anyone was listening just then. Love you! Happy birthday. Good night." What the hell did I say?
7. Somebody told me they are addicted to this blog, and I told them we should invite them to be a blog author. Who are you? Let me know!
8. I was going on about food in the car on the way home. What did I end up eating?
9. Did I try to go into my new house, or did I dream it?
10. Surprising new budding couples. I like it, but I don't remember seeing it coming.
Weird.
Oh, PS - 7 Eleven now carries a coffee brewed with taurine, ginseng, and extra caffeine. Look out! You might end up wasting your day--like I have been all day--catching up with THIS:
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