Monday, November 24, 2008

At 3 a.m., sometimes only Funfetti birthday cake will do Alternate title: We're not in college any more, Toto

You know how every time you spend time with your college friends you end up thinking you can drink like you did when you were in college and then you spend the whole next day contemplating all the hangovers you've ever had in your life and you decide that this one is definitely the worst while you lie on the couch because you can't move without feeling like your brain is going to ooze out of your eyeballs and occasionally puking up that birthday cake you ate sometime around 3 a.m. the night before? Yeah me neither.

But sometimes you just need a weekend filled with girl talk and karaoke and good beer and too much wine and car bombs were a bad choice and so was that glass of whiskey and cramming into bathroom stalls together and music and family and girlie movies and baking cake at 3 a.m. and did we really put that decapitated doll head in the refrigerator and your best friend because sometimes nothing else will do.

And then you wake up the next day and your body is all DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN but you're already counting down the days until you can.

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1 comment:

Deidre said...

aww, there is something about baking late at night with close friends that makes everything seem warm and fuzzy.


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