Ok seriously we didn't start the fire I promise but those sprinklers outside were pretty awesome and would have been a perfect sober up fluid but I already had some anyway. I think by Saturday afternoon my body just start rejecting inebriation all together which left me with some evil cirrhosis enzymes or something. Also realized every one of my con rooms just ends up being a harem of clothes, terrible sex jokes, constant bed pushes for innuendos, phone chargers, vegetarians, and low low prices at Sam's Club. This wedding dude thought my 'sona was a weasel or something and I was fucking offended. Oh, my apartment-mates came and didn't leave after 40 mins.

Too Short; Don't Care: It was super fun this year and I'll be back next year.