And right now you're all conphused again because I'm pulling out the fat/phat bomb, but I assure you, when I saw phat, I mean elephantine. I mean gargantuan. I mean
Friday night B and I celebrated our anniversary at Buddakan by eating
Then there was Saturday. And oh, Saturday. Saturday started with me trampsing around in the rain all morning, knocking on doors in the Philadelphia suburbs and
My mom picked me up later that afternoon to visit my grandparents because hello, I've got some new bling to show off, hope you brought your sunglasses.
And then I returned to an apartment philled with all of my closest phriends and OH MY GAH SURPRISE IT'S AN APARTMENT PHILLED WITH ALL OF MY CLOSEST PHRIENDS.
Clearly, this is where the gluttony part comes in. And clearly, I'm talking about the amount of booze that was consumed in my apartment. And then out of my apartment. And then in my apartment again. And the dancing and laughing and yelling and squeeling and you people are really animals.
This was a party of epic proportions. A party of epic proportions that deserves its own post with photos and story telling and blah blah blah. So that's what you'll get. Tomorrow.
Because right now there one very big thing on my mind. Phillies. And in particular, where I am going to watching them. And also I really hope my body can handle just one more night before it collapses into a flaming heap on the floor and the entire building is engulfed in flames because there is so much alcohol in my system that everything has combusted and I should really make sure there are batteries in my smoke detectors because tonight could be the night they clinch the World Series.