Laura's 21st birthday was on Thursday. Her parents left for Death Valley for the weekend on Friday, which Laura thought must surely be a trap, but we had a party and they did not pop out from behind the sofa or show up at 4 a.m. to bust us.
We had an excellent time. We almost finished the giant bottle of So Co that Elliot gave Laura as a gift. Maureen, our resident lightweight, fell off the couch and got herself stuck between the couch and another armchair after only two drinks. I had many a heart-to-heart with many a person. The only remotely embarrassing thing that happened was Elliot, who is the MOST awkward-turtle person I know, telling me and Brandon that we needed to get ourselves some more confidence. And it's only embarrassing because IT'S SO TRUE.
Mikko left around 4 a.m. for work, but came back around 9. I was asleep in the living room, and his knocking woke me up, so I decided to just get up. He saw me and said, "You look like Kesha*."
"Yeah," I yawned. "And I feel like P. Diddy."
*I refuse to spell her name with that stupid dollar sign.