A week ago right now I was drunk and giddy (see blog title), and sadly enough, my mother was right there, drunk with me. And my friends. My parents and my college friends getting drunk together at Camp Shack. I'm pretty sure this isn't how it's supposed to go.

Although bits and pieces of last Saturday evening keep floating back to me, I fear I lost quite a bit of the evening's happenings to sheer inebriation. I do know, however, that I had a blast. I can't even express how wonderful it was to see Chelsea and Kelly again - I've missed those girls so much - and to be able to laugh with just about all my favorite people at the same time. Thanks again, everyone, if you read this, for coming. Thanks also for the too-cool cards and gifts that were all aimed so perfectly at me it was actually frightening. A book about the game of LIFE!? A puppy poster? Bubbles? Relaxation promoting sweet-smelling spa goodies? You guys are freaking awesome!

After all was said and done, my dad told me, "You must have pretty good friends if so many will show up on only a week's notice." Right you are, old man. Only the best.