last night downtown, take 2

as much as i absolutely hate u-haul and would like to kill its first born child (which might prove to be rather difficult, seeing as i don't think a moving truck rental company can actually produce children), i'm actually kinda glad that i was forced to have another last night in slo. there's really nothing better than feeling drunk by 8 pm on a weeknight. ahhhhhh how i will miss san luis. = )

my hatred for uhaul aside, i'm actually pretty bummed about having to leave slo-town. i know it's an inevitable part of life, the whole moving-on thing. but it still sucks. i can only hope that i will meet some people at ucla that are half as cool as the ones i've gotten to know in slo. hey, a girl can dream, can't she?!?

bill, thanks for not getting pissed off at my continual attempts to get your wife in bed with me...justin, thanks for pawing through clearance underwear with me...other justin, thanks for *hopefully* not getting pissed at being referred to as the other justin...michael, thanks for getting me a pink beaver shot (mmmmm, mmmmm good)...and m-lissa, i'm really gonna miss you lots. thanks for letting me put your chai under my shirt. (how many times does a girl get to say that in her lifetime???)

san luis obispo, i'm gonna miss you. thanks for all the laughter and good times over the past six years...

Posted by *erin* | 11:22 PM |

last pint night

ahhhh you know it's a good night when you manage to have the phrases, "i think he just felt my boob", "decaying dog carcass", and "anatomical horse penis" all occur in the same conversation (and without anyone else at the bar noticing. good times). so thanks for making my last frog and peach experience a good one. = )

and m-lissa, i hope you're happy that i succumbed (succame??) to peer pressure and signed up for one of these thingies. we'll see how it treats me . . .

Posted by *erin* | 12:53 AM |