Summary

I went out last night for the first time in ages (despite my promise to boycott the world). I am a walking disaster. I sat down in Ian's room and promptly spilled my very large nalgene-esque container of Red Bull and vodka down the front of my dress. Then we went to this art show. Drunk AJ and I rode a bicycle built for two there, which was as fun as it was terrifying. We arrived at the show in style and AJ mysteriously disappeared. I would later find out that he had gone home and passed out on his couch because he was too drunk to function. Luckily, I could only suspect this on the way over. Ian, Kat, and Jenn had gone on a liquor run but got back around the time I arrived (and my dress dried). I saw your friend Jim, who remembered my "disturbing" drawings. I think I went bright red when he said this, but I am nearly positive that nobody saw due to the decidedly "college" lighting. I stayed at that party long enough to see Kat and Jenn's pieces, get a bit drunk and listen to two bands. After that, I walked over to the Wich and had a Mississippi Mud with Ian, which put me in a lovely state. Maybe too lovely because I accidentally broke a glass and felt absolutely awful about it. I can't remember what else I broke, but there are definitely other things.

You would have had a wonderful time. I know Russia is awesome, but you better hurry back, pronto, because spring is coming and everything is looking up in New Brunswick.

Now I have to run to work and then bury myself in books for the rest of the weekend.

-Lauren