|being the last to leave means getting everyone's rice
||[May. 4th, 2005|12:30 am]
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|||||Joni Mitchell - California||]|
so... yeah... thanks for the rice, everyone.
we finally had churros tonight, and they were quite nice, though not exactly worth the hype.
I have gotten crazy shitfaced drunk and gone dancing more this week than the whole rest of the semester, so that's fun. Betsy, Knox told me about my incorrect hearing of your request to "show me your moves", and I'm sorry for that. I don't think Knox is sorry, because he keeps bringing it up. Caroline, your friend Austin is lots of fun, we're showing him the true Chupitos spirit of Barcelona, and the flaming orange shot scared him so much he ran out the door!
Julie has bribed me with her leftover T-10 to escort the group to the Aeroport tomorrow morning, so maybe I won't feel quite as deserted. Thank god I'm going to Ireland on Thursday, or I'd be a lonely girl! But anyway it's only 15 days until I have the company I really crave. 14, now. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
Everyone's going home. I can't even picture myself there... except maybe ending up in Newark by mistake like Harold&Kumar. That happens enough that I can imagine that one.