Like the desert.

so appearenltly my apartment has no water after somewhere around 3am. carolyn's discovered this before.. trying to have a bath when drunk late at night. what are people like us supposed to do? how am i supposed to brush my teeth tongiht when i come home at 5:30am?

what a great day/night. running errands and being productive all day. classes. a long run and weights at the gym. got groceries. got waxed, lol. potluck dinner. a "classy dinner party". carolyn and i had a blast preping everything. we're such suzy home-makers. we collectively own a large stack of decorating magazines. shelley and i spent the whole night alternating between dancing and sitting with drinks while making fun of people. flashbacks were rampant. shelley was hit on several times, and appearently there were "a lot of enquiries" made about us.
i had almost no desire to go home. piles of energy, and i don't think the single Redbull had much to do with it. hung out and swapped stories until late. charles walked me home, complaining about wanting a girlfriend the whole way. if i were single i'd probably date him in a second. except for the whole military thing.

found caro's wallet on the stairs in the hall. i imagine she must've had an interesting night. from the second we left the house and she called after us "i'll meet you at the pub!" i looked at shell and said there was no way she'd see us there. after half a bottle of sauvignon blanc she'd be lucky to make it next door.

school work tomorrow afternoon, and then work at the pub until the wee hours tomorrow night.