So this morning SK8 calls me, and in a horribly (still) drunk voice she has the following conversation with me:
Me: Hey honey, how ya feelin?
Her: Not so good...I had 21 drunks...
Me: Shots?
Her: No! DRINKS, they made me have 21 drinks...there was wine, and beer, and margaritas...
Me: Where'd you go?
Her: My room, Chili's, Bar 23, which seems like a shady-ass house...and is a shady-ass house.
Me: Oh okay, so --
Her: --and I'm still drunk
Me: Yeah, I got that.
Her: I'm walking across South Quad...oh! There are seagulls!
Me: Uh, I don't think so.
Her: But I SEE them.
Me: SK8, Honey, you're in Indiana, there's not an ocean for the seagulls to live near...
Her: Ohh...well, they're here...ok well I'm at breakfast, TTYL
You've gotta love her.
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