Retarded USC Girl

Mo and I got together last night. We talked to Buddha and she said she would see about coming out there.... but she never called us back. We were hurt. We drank a HUGE bottle of wine and two bottles of champagne. Mo threw up - I was extremely disoriented. Nice. Why is it that when Mo and I get together... we get painfully trashed? I mean.... is it some sort of chemical alignment in the atmosphere? Is it our ability to call one another out when one is in the "nursing home"? Why is it that when we get together we imbibe more alcohol than we do when in the company of other combinations of our friends?

So last night we laughed and talked.... and well, drank obviously. We discussed her upcoming wedding, the new and old boy drama... Moose was even mentioned. We talked about our old college times... and how Melissa missed "beer day". In school, we had beer weeks... and they were wonderful. We had an early econ class with Blackburn and Melissa was still drunk that morning, we had late nights and early mornings, and through it all, we had fun.

While reminiscing, it was so easy to discover that while we have great times behind us, the best of times are yet to come. With good friends and cheap alcohol, there are definitely still good times to be had.

posted by Ashlyn @ 11:32 AM