i think i've forgotten how to breathe.

but that's neither here nor there.

my mom had her 11th annual st. patty's day party last night. it was quite the production. wen ended up going through 12 gallons of margaritas, one keg and about 15 bottles of wine. and that was just the booze that my mom provided(it was b.y.o.b.). we also went through 50 pounds of shredded beef, way too much green chili salsa, about 30 dozen tortillas, 2 salmons, and bunches of crab puffs, crab stuffed tomatos, meatballs, chicken skewers, cream puffs, fruit, veggies, AWESOME artichoke dip, a ridiculous amount of guacamole...

and it was a really good time. she always hires a dj that does "shameless kareoke," and it's always highly amusing to watch people sing songs like "girls just wanna have fun" and "i left my heart in san francisco." once a group of my friends got here, we did "dancing queen." then i thought it'd be funny to do "like a virgin" just because we were clearly the only younguns present. and finally shelly and i screamed out a version of garth's "ain't goin down."

my mom made it a fundraiser this year for the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill. I'm very curious to find out how much was raised. we figure about 130 people showed up.

god, she even had vallet.

my mom really does have a fun group of friends. it's a very diverse bunch, and they all know how to have a good time. i guess i know where i get it from.

anyway. went over to jane's afterwards, where i ended up in a fucking terrible mood. i haven't had a temper that short in...well, my whole life i guess. so i decided to leave and spare them all. greg spent the night here, because he's a neat freak and jane's house doesn't really meet his expectations, and fuckin' a can that boy snore. i really have no clue how much sleep i got. ended up passing out this afternoon on don's big purple couch.

i can't believe i'm leaving in 3 days.