I found you, Ms. New BOOTY
This week has been a little insane. Wednesday was the senior date party in Detroit. The party buses we rented were fabulous. I especially enjoyed my lap dance. I got kicked out of the men's room and tried to take drags of the bartender's cigarette while he made our drinks. Ah yes, and they did not have salt for the tequila shots, so Tom and I just licked each other's faces and then drank them. It was ridiculous. On Thursday I got carried out of the sorority and then we had senior bells at Rick's. Some of them were out of control... like take a Blowjob shot from between a guy's legs..... and bite a button off a guy's pants. Yeah. But I did get some signatures on my bra, and then I had dudes write their phone numbers all over my arms and legs (I had to acquire 21). We came home to find a keg and a small gathering of sailors at 911 Vaughn. Rachel tied me to the porch swing with electrical tape and then we broke in to the Big House. I climbed a 15-20 foot fence and dropped into Michigan Stadium while it started to rain. Robby brought a football and he and Tom kicked field goals while Rach and I ran across the field half naked. It was absolutely amazing. I can't believe they leave the lights on all night like that. Anyway, Friday night I went to the Michigan baseball game and then drank on the porch with Eric James, Tom, and Mr. Tatum. He has one eye and gets away with crazy shit at strip clubs. Eric James and I got in a ninja fight and then someone stole 150 dollars in cash out of my purse. What the FUCK. I am sooooooo angry. Last night I drank at Jeremy's house and we built a raging bonfire. I woke up in my bed this morning covered in chipati sauce from head to toe. Of course.