Enrique and "The Butter"

Monday, December 23, 2002:

The Party Will Live Forever in My Heart(or in a bucket containg undigested potatoe ole's)
Grad day was a day to remember. Drinking at about 3pm until midnight did a number on me. The pinata was a big success, but I seemed to have problemes pronouncing it and refrred to it as a "piata." Yeah, can we say hammered? Some highlights include dancing around to Starship's "We can build this dream together" , tyring to pound nails into my door with Shasta's four inch hammer, swatting at the pinata with a broom handle, passing out repeatdely in a booth at the Pioneer with Jean forcing me to drink water and yelling"Hey, ETL, get the hell up!", eating 2 helpings of potatoe ole's at Taco John's, and the big fianle----puking them up in a bucket about a half and hour later. That made me mad, they were damn good!! Needless to say, it was a great time, and I will miss my crazy days of college very dearly.
I have been home a day and feel a pyscho moment coming on-my mother is driving me to want to drink anything containing alcholol in it. One month left and counting....
I am hoping to buy a cheese log after Christmas at half off. I think it would be a good investment for me.

Heather // 1:39 PM
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