Last night was so much fucking fun.

Except the part where a guy definitely vomited on himself, and passed out in my makeup room. But even that ended up being hilarious when a few hours later, he got up and tried to shut himself in my closet, then told us he was going to sleep in our laundry room.

We played extreme beer pong, “Truth, Dare, Snitch, or Shot”, and spades all night. I didn’t get into bed until seven-thirty this morning. And I only slept for three hours. Aaand I work my first shift at my new job today. 

I just wish my boyfriend had been there last night. But that’s okay.

HAPPYBIRTHDAYTOME