The best times really do just come on their own. Last night I was sitting in front of my computer trying to write a research paper (due today) when my roommate burst into the apartment and into my room and told me I had 50 minutes to get ready. After a few minutes of "oh, but I should do my paper..." I got ready and headed downtown... And had such a good time. Industry night meant dollar drinks, which translated to drunk-meaghan. Met many fun new people and just danced my face off.
Then drunk-meaghan made the usual drunk-meaghan mistakes for the second night in a row. But I'm not going to dwell. But I might take a teeny break from vodka.


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