So tonight a supposedly former singer from the Drifters sang at karaoke. Aren't you jealous. It was packed. Jen and I sang a few songs that rocked. Love ya Jen.
So to prove to myself how drunk I was not, I made sure not to step on any cracks on my way home. I think this is a little compulsive but proves my point. Made scrambled eggs. Forgot to go over to a friend's apartment for cupcakes. All around too drunk to function. But still able to throw together some mean scrambled eggs, type a blog, and not wake my roomies up. Yes!
I love drunken thinking. You are getting everything right here minus typos.
Good night and good sleep.