if you'd seen how South Carolina handed our asses to us...

So, going out tonight? Monumental idea. A lovely eventual dinner with Bridget, Justin and Mike at Dragonfly, wherein we got free salad and soup courtesy of a girl who found Justin's "wandering pee-pee" (gotta love a good rerun of Intolerable Cruelty) appealing, then party at Copy Editor Kevin's house, wherein we drank constant and indecent amounts of alcohol while talking about everything from whether Neil should be applying for Managing Editor (I told him my job isn't really unto itself, it's doing what everyone else can't) to my preference for two men in a threesome situation (and finding out conclusively that he likes women.)

Also, he knows all the words to Total Eclipse of the Heart. Heh. Bridget (who does a mean Chocolate Salty Balls) and I also got in renditions of I Will Survive and Kyle's Mom Is a Bitch, because we are after all college students, but decided that the line is to be drawn at Destiny's Child and exited stage left. Mm. It's a way to spend an evening. Hopefully not to be regretted tomorrow.