Mercy. What a party. I’m not even sure whether it was a good party, but I know I had a damn good time and I still hurt from laughing, so I’m going to count it as a success. Angie had a good time too (the better part of a bottle of tequila will do that), which was made most evident by the stream of gibberish and giggling she spewed forth when I woke her up to see if she had washed her face. I think we deduced that she had – maybe even for a minute and a half!

I didn’t get kicked out and I didn’t have any noise complaints, which only makes me think all my neighbors were out of the state. Darren and I DID NOT FIGHT, which was easy since we didn’t really talk. He didn’t mind that we didn’t talk and he also didn’t outwardly disapprove of my drunkenness. Good choices, Darren! Things are looking up However, I still haven’t remembered to clean the beer off my wall.

I had a rough night last night, so I’ve made some resolutions. A life makeover is in order, as my facebook status indicates. Among other things that I am also going to work on, I need to weed out the negative people in my life, the people who won’t make me happy. I don’t do drama and I need to stop trying to deal with people who do. Darren is so lucky he’s trying to change. But yeah, long story short, I’m done perpetuating the cycle that makes me feel bad about myself.

Today begins Baseball Season 2008. Every year when regular season rolls around, I wonder how I lived without this fine sport for so long. Things are looking up!