sleepovers

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day (or St Paddy's Day as my Irish pals call it) and I felt compelled to celebrate by drinking mass beer. To facilitate me not killing anyone after beer consumption, I stayed over at my friend's place. It's a brand new house, really squeaky spanking new! I got to stay in the guest bedroom and I had my own bathroom and everything.

Despite dreaming that someone tried to kill me with a knife (don't combine green food coloring and calzones and beer all in one sitting), I had a lovely sleepover. In fact, I wish I were still sleeping right now. *sigh*