Beer is evil.
Especially evil on days where I can’t call out of work cause it’s Monday (Monday is the worst day ever… well, not ever).
Last night was so much fun. BBQ at Nikki’s with her family and Drew and Nicole. Then Drew had to gedt on his train, so we (Nikki, Nicole, me) drove him there and decided to go to the beach afterwards. This while Nikki and I are both drunk. Lol. So, we drop him off, and head over to the beach. Swim around a bit (no beach, just lots of rocks, nice scrape along my little toe).
Nikki brought a couple beers, so at one point she reached into her bag to find her keys to get her bottle opener. She pulled out keys and stared at them, gasped, and said “These are Drew’s!!!” Ended up calling him and he called his dad. His dad got him his spare key and took it when Drew’s train got home. Drew’s actual keys are now with me since Dave comes over today. So Dave is gonna take them home with him on Tuesday.
I’m seriously already tired of writing this.
Oh! But we’re (Dave and I) going to dinner with the family today and then to see Eclipse with Nikki. That is, if I can shake off this after-party funk. :P Wish me luck!
