It’s the anniversary of two things today: my brother Eric‘s wedding, and me taking this picture of Daniel:
Oh, and me getting sick, then getting drunk off Long Islands anyway, and getting so sweaty from drunk dancing that I had to go outside for a while.
My cousin gave me one of those “anti-hangover” pills, and I kept telling everyone she gave me ecstasy. It worked, but I definitely still had the sore throat/sinus thing I had the day before even worse.
LONG LIVE POOP CREEK!