Well that escalated quickly.
Went out on the town last night with Ellen and Steph. We ran into Ryan, Meg and Eric and spent some time with Ross and Steve too. I had three, count 'em, THREE Irish carbombs. They're too good. One of them was purchased by Cord Dorsey. Who I also danced with for like 2.5. We drank with the jocks from high school. It was a lot of fun. I haven't been that inebriated in probably 3 months. Somewhere in the jumble (I think I had 5 drinks at Jeff Street, 2 at Ellen's beforehand), I gave Steph my phone and commanded she delete Pete's number. She did. And I woke up this morning kind of hungover but feeling good. Yay!