actual text message I had to send on Sunday:
Sorry I threw up out your car window. I guess trying to drink an entire bottle of vodka on an empty stomach is not a good idea. Do I owe you a car wash?
Needless to say, we had fun at Krewe du Vieux and somehow I ended up in the bushes in front of my house.
Our wine rack has now become a vodka rack and my roommate just ordered pounds of glitter on the internet. To be delivered to ALTR at work, of course.
I love Mardi Gras.
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