I just spent the weekend feeling like I was in college again, but in a good way. Scott and I had a party, technically two. Hung out with friends on Saturday and Sunday, pretty much all day. I had a total blast. I miss hanging out with groups of people.

I got completely and totally trashed, and that was the only bad part of the weekend. I'm not even going to tell you how many times I threw up. Aside from being trashed it was a completely perfect weekend and exactly what I needed.

Now remind me again why I was ever in a hurry to grow up??? I have a condo, a dog, a car, a live in boyfriend, a job, a life, what more could I possibly need?