Me to Ty, last night: Well, this has been Best Weekend Ever in a row number....I lost count.
Ty: Seven.

Good god, that boy makes my heart do jumping jacks, for reasons far too numerous to list, though I may attempt said list some day.

The weekend involved a Three Beers gig (awkward. I left at set break. Strange how those boys are totally cool to me when Ry's not around, but several of them won't even look at me sideways when he is. Douchebags.), a kick-ass impromptu pool party (with tequila!) at my mom's after I learned she was out of town, called her and said "So...you're out of town?" and she responded "Yup! Party Hardy!"), and TRANSFORMERS MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE, which I was SO not stoked to go see (but won the Best Girlfriend Ever award for), but actually quite enjoyed, even though I dreamed of Optimus Prime all night long. (Not a single sex dream, unfortunately, because that's one semi that I would totally DO.)

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Since you are no longer drinking alcohol on a daily basis, your tolerance has decreased dramatically.

6 drinks in one night is no longer "a good start". It's too much. Far, far too much.

Remember this.