02.11.02 :: 9:24 am

And I'm back in the swing of Saturday nights with the girls.

It was fantastic. It was a drunken fiesta. I woke up hung over, ready to puke, to Ruby in the living room: "Welcome back to Sunday mornings." And boy, doesn't it feel good?

Quote of the evening, courtesy of the wordmistress Ruby: "I didn't get jack shit for graduation. All I got was a tiny party and a giant mall cookie."

A girls-only mini-vacation is slowly in the works. Possibly Florida, possibly maybe Barbados 'cause it's closer to New York. Something tropical, something within the continent.

Sun our skin and talk our talk. I'm so down.

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