Friday night, I was conned into going to the vet school formal. I mean I was kind of willing to go and all just I had thought it wasn't going to happen. My friend Jen bought us a pair of tickets because it was cheaper that way. I bought some underthings that were supposed to suck in my gut. I thought they did but looking at some of the pictures, they didn't work as well as I would of liked. But all of (most) the girls (including the popular, pretty ones) had a gut of some form.
Anyway, we were supposed to go to Trops for drinks before hand but plans got changed suddently leaving me and Amberle in a bind. She and her roommate fixed my hair-it looked fantastic. And we attempted to meet up with everyone but heard the wrong resturant but eventally met up at Trops anyway. One medium frozen alcholic beverage later, we were on our way. Once there, the drinks were outragously expensive, but I still was determined to drink. And dance. I love to dance. Badly. And everytime I seemed to be in line for a drink, Ceci and Jenny Philips would drag me out to dance. I danced some with Kevin Stokes and it was high school awkward.
I went home and didn't really want to drink more but was too awake to sleep. I curled up on the couch and was out in a mere 15 minutes or so. I woke up after 5am and went to my bed. I woke around 10:30 with a pretty good hangover. You get what you pay for, I guess.
I had a good time. Even being fat. Even paying too much for drinks. Even without Joe there. He's as cute as the pretty girls' boyfriends!
I'll work on getting some pictures online.
I found out that my friend Erick is engaged. I can't honestly say that I'm not a little upset by this. I really like Lacey, his fiance. But I think part of it is the long standing crush I had on him. I can't help it. We were really close. That bastard better invite me to the wedding though is all I'm saying.
[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 27, 2011.]
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