Party Pooped
Let it be known that Party Hoppin is serious business, a job within itself. Today I went to six parties, and ate more than six plates of food, drank more than six bottles of water, shook more than sixty hands, and etc. Overall I enjoy parties, but in excess I get party pooped. Today's parties were pretty good and I go to see some of my ol' Lippman buds. Part of the gang got together to take this picture:
I am excited for this fall since Cheryl (the girl right above my head) will be going to DC with me. We shall have some good times, I can feel it.
Well I must be going off to bed, tomorrow I start work with Maria.
P.S. - Has anyone noticed how every Graduation party has the same anti-pasta dish. Or is it just me?