PAR-TY!

Will there ever come a Friday night on which I do not want to go out with friends?! God I hope not. It happens eeeevery week. Friday rolls around and I start making phone calls and dropping texts like a madwoman. Even last Friday, after my first 73-hour work week; my buddy Ingles (I wish I could add an accento to that e cuz that's how it's supposed to read---inGLES, en Espanol...dammit, no tilde for the enyay) and I were for all intents and purposes practically post-call. I'd had three 3-hour naps over the last 48 hours, and who knows what he'd had. But, we sucked it up, we chugged some tea, and we fucking BROUGHT it. We rocked the Hizzle (that's Harrisburg) til the Quarter closed. Up for 24 hours! WOOT! And then we went back and did it again the NEXT night! Champions!!!

It might explain why I slept through my alarm on Tuesday...

And yet, you know what day it is today! Let's party!!!!!! My only huge wish: to get all the residents I've worked with over the past 5 weeks out to the same bar I'm going to. THAT would be hilarious and magical! MAN.