Saturday night I got pretty crazy with the PBR. I have somewhere between ten and twelve drinks- which was maybe six or seven too many.
I remember most of the night, highlighted by trips to the photo booth with different people and inappropriate comments with my male comrades. Although I regret the amount I drank, I had a seriously good time.
It's really nice now and then to just let go and relax with friends. I've missed having friends while in Dallas... I miss Jimmy here in LA- but it's kind of a hopeful missing. I'm happy to be here working for our future and it's kind of exciting.
I'm sad that I've missed out on so much between my friends here while I lived in Dallas. It's pretty weird stepping back into this world where they've all been revolving and dancing around and I've moved into a different vantage point. It's hard to explain, but I love them and have missed them. Some things never change.
Anyway- so it was a pretty raucous night full of laughter and liquor and nonsense.
LA is like a drug that gives you a wicked high on fun and crazy- and then smacks you in the face with a mean hangover and a cold toilet bowl against your cheek.
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