One of the consequences of catching a cold is that, even after you get well, you become really, really lazy. It becomes all too easy to make excuses to stay home and even something as ordinary as getting dressed feels like a monumental, impossible task. “I have the sniffles! Maybe I won’t put on pants today.” Given, it’s only been three or four days since I put myself under house arrest, but last night, it literally took five phone calls ordering me to go out before I finally dragged myself to my sister’s birthday party. Luckily, by the time I got downtown, the antibiotics started to kick in and today I’m feeling about 90% better. Saturday night was a night full of friends and family, bottle service and spilled drinks, and a fun DJ who liked to mix 80’s classics (Jackson 5, Salt N’ Pepa) with Lady Gaga.
Me, Jenny, and the birthday girl
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