I survived my 21st! Wooo! My Big and my Little and the wonderful brothers of Tau Kappa Epsilon bought me shots and made me drink them (which is what you do with them, obviously). I remember almost zero percent of the night. I keep having people tell me that I called them or random things that I did. I woke up with no pants on, and no recollection of coming home or how I even managed to get into my apartment. That's how you know it was a good night. Thanks so much to the people that came out last night and everyone who left me messages that couldn't go out. I really appreciate it. And a BIG thank you for not making me take and icky shots. :-D

-kln-

"Please tell me why the car is in the front yard and I'm sleeping with my clothes on. I came in through the window last night."