a house full of winners
so last night my friend came over for dinner and by "for dinner" i obviously mean "to drink 3 bottles of wine". after she left i decided to watch the rose bowl with my roomates. the last thing i remember is yelling at them everytime texas did something good. then i woke up at 6am on my couch in my icebox of a living room freezing my ass off with no idea who had won the game. i stumbled up to my room and noticed that my roomate molly had passed out in my bed. i shrugged and just got in next to her and she was gone when i woke up this morning. then she called me at work to ask if i knew a. why she was in my room and b. who won the game. obviously i live with the right people.