Did someone say party?

Or maybe just drunk. It sure seemed that way to me on Sunday. It was just too hot and sunny and summery to be sober- don't you think? I had a ball anyway. Happy birthday Stubbs. So good to see my girls all together that night too, even if by that stage I didn't have much to contribute. I caught the last train home from Clifton Hill, which I hadn't done in ages, and fell asleep, which I never do on the train. Luckily a nice boy thought to wake me up before my stop. And luckily he was very nice and unthreatening, unlike the guy who decided to show us his balls on Brunswick St. That was really gross, but I couldn't help thinking that it was something one of you guys would do, although not to complete strangers I admit.