Thanks for the Memories

So, my former roommates Natalia and Martin threw a Halloween party tonight. I went. It sucked. It was about as exciting as a room full of mormons. (No offense if you're mormon, but stereotypes say they're boring). So this is how things went.

30 min into party

Me: Michael, you know what I could really go for right now? A pumpkin spice latte. (This was our pre-established code for let's ditch this place because it's boring)
Michael: Ok! Starbucks it is!
Gilbert aka cool guy: Oh that sounds awesome, let's go!

So we drove all the way to Starbucks, keep in mind I'm in a pirate costume since it was a costume party, and Gilbert was dressed up in a full Deadpool onesie- decide the party would be much better with alcohol. So we go to applebees, I down four rum-and-cokes in the space of ten minutes, and we scurry back to the party like nothing happened.

It was a lot more exciting after that.

I'm drunk now, and am surprised I can type so well. Talent, I guess. Anywho, I have to work in 6 hours... so I'm gonna try and stave off this hangover. Wish me luck!



Also: YAY BIRTHDAY SHENANIGANS WITH Z! IN NEW ORLEANS! *SQUEE*