Can you please make sure there’s no tequila in sight? I have things to do tomorrow and I’m too busy to spend the day vomiting and begging for death. Also, if we get to the point where I start ordering Irish Car Bombs or telling you that I want to make out with the waitstaff, please cut me off. And please don’t let me flash the valet attendant – again.
Trust me on this one…
Now let’s get out of here so we can celebrate the most wonderful time of year: my birthday!!
The week long celebration starts now…
