my cousin just reminded me of the time i flew to texas for a wedding. and after the reception, and after the after-party and after the after-after-party we stumbled back to the hotel room. and he reminded me that i couldn't remember which room was mine and that a woman came out of her room and threatened to call the cops on me if i didn't quiet down. i have no recollection of this harassment, but when i get drunk i actually start to become deaf though so i totally believe him. i didn't wake up in jail so that's how i know i wasn't arrested. i'm also cute, so that probably helped.
and now that we're on the topic, i don't think i've ever walked away from a wedding weekend without:
a) barfing
b) crying
c) dancing
d) my self-respect
#whyimsingle
