Ode to Jen.

I adore my friend Jen.

Problem with Jen is that she and I can't seem to have a nice, quiet evening together. It always ends up in disaster, a complete and utter awesome mess. There are usually phone calls the next day and they always involve questions like "Where did you go?", "How did we end up THERE?" and "Do you have my ID?".

I guess that's how I went from a quick bite to eat before the gym, to just ONE sangria, to dancing to a kickass coverband at 12:30am in my gym clothes. Tequila was involved, to be sure.

Ahhh, well. Think I've talked said band into letting me sing with them next week, provided I wear actual clothes and ditch the sports bra.

The hangover today = Murder. So worth it. Happy Monday, everyone!