What I really mean is...

So this weekend we all went out for a certain blogger's birthday...and when I say went out...I mean got really smashed. And by really smashed...I mean that parts of the night are a little hazy, and some vague memories are slowly returning. And by slowly returning, I mean that people are telling me what happened.

Gotta love law school. And birthdays. Mostly though, you gotta love birthdays in law school.

1 comment:

Larceny Bitch said...

And sometimes, you don't want to hear what you said that night. Especially when it was recorded on someone's phone for all others who did not get to be there to hear.