This morning when I woke up in Long Island, I was staring at my reflection in a giant mirror in a hotel room. I was in a queen sized bed with three half naked men(Marshall, Joe[pictured] and Billy). Two of which were engaging in some of the straightest spooning I have seen.
I somehow managed to wake Marshall up and make him buy me orange soda in the lobby where I discovered the brochure for the hotel room I brought while absolutely wasted at 3am that morning. Turns out for just a hundred dollars more I could of had the safari suite - complete with round canopy bed[mirrored ceilings as well] and a very exotic theme, or the full mirrored room, or even the heart shaped jacuzzi suite.

This all happened as a result of me coming out for my pal Heathers birthday party where I had a lot of rummy bears[which I keep imaging as these evil alcoholic bears attacking my liver with axes], jello shots, sparks and blueberry vodka. It was amazing. We went to White Castle. I threw myself on asphalt for no reason.

I jumped on the bed this morning and watched cartoons and than got on the train back to nyc and realized I had the most killer hangover ever. Thank god for Gatorade, hummus and watermelon.