This morning I was too hungover to even walk my girlfriend home. Half delirious, I remember her saying, "Bye Michael, I'm walking home now" about a dozen times in order to try and stir me so I could walk her back. And all I kept saying was, "Bye" back. Hahaha!
It's less than a week until I go home for Christmas. I cannot wait.
If she sticks with you through that mess, you gotta marry that girl.
