tiredAt another point in the night, we were playing Pictionary. I had to draw a 'Bearskin Rug'. Quentin actually successfully guessed it too. In the end, me and Quentin beat Ashley and Alexis at Pictionary because we are better people. Or luckier. Or something like that.
There was this other time during the night where me and Quentin discussed our sexual histories over a pitcher of Pabst Blue Ribbon at the Comet. Yea, we did mention you.
I am so tired now, that my eyes actually physically hurt. A sign from the gods of sleep, me thinks.
