I'm shipping up to Boston.

So, if you want to know how I was feeling after a weekend of partying hard in Boston, play this video as loud as it goes, bang your head against your desk or a cabinet, and wake up next to a strange (but kind of cute) Asian kid from LA. And this was just my Saturday morning.

To try and recap this night would be a little tricky considering I'm not even sure what happened myself- especially since I was in a completely different place than the rest of my group for about a half an hour (I call it the Lost Cab Ride). Alanna and I used to recap our nights at Miami of Ohio but it really just ended up confusing everyone trying to read it who wasn't there. I can tell you this: I got back on the horse when it came to flirting with guys (and making out with random people), I didn't get back to my hotel until 5 am, and I met a cabbie named AJ who all of us white kids insisted on calling Bootleg (for his lack of a meter).

We may or may not have gotten in a bar brawl- my knuckles are mysteriously skinned and feeling like I connected with someone's jaw. We may or may not have killed a hobo- I'm not sure; it's Boston, crazy shit happens.

We DID have fun though and if I could remember more, I would certainly tell you if I thought you'd understand any of it.