Someone please kill me. PLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEE.
I drank for TWELVE straight hours yesterday, and somehow I have to rally for St. Patty's day in just about three hours.
Oh god. My head is actually physically exploding.
UPDATE: OK, I'm almost there. Just one more glass of water and some eyeliner and it'll be all good. Also, why did I steal the muddling stick thing from the bar last night (that's what it's called...right? the thing the bartender uses to make mojitos?)? Honestly, who wakes up and finds a muddling stick in their purse?