A time for the ages...

After indulging in some fabulous drip coffee at home, curling up with another Mandy Moore classic, Because I Said So, on my dad's leather couch with his oversized tie blanket, I was officially recovered from last night.

No. I'm not talking the time when Ted had to decipher whether he was still vomit free since '93 (for you HIMYM fans).

The amazing feat I speak of was the fact that Stacey and I hit 3:15am without missing a stride. In fact, we never even saw the clock tick away since we got back to her place at 9:30-something. Not too shabby for 2 post-college, semi-working adults. The night started out as eventful as 2 girls, Shaun of the Dead, the game of LIFE, and maybe a little bit of Seagrams. It turned into a complete score when her roommate and his girlfriend (?) came home and were more than willing to join us in Catch Phrase.

"Naughty nurse...French _____"

"Maid"

*high five Stacey*

And like anybody who's accustomed to waking up at 6:00am, I was up and hungry at 8:00 this morning. Much to the dismay of Stacey, lol. "Seriously?" Listen, it's time to get up. Plus I'm hungry. You know Ashley can't survive without immediately shoving her face with breakfast. But first, a little tea in the system. Then we made some delicious breakfast muffins. Watched a Jenny McCarthy flick, Dirty Love. Well we tried to. My stomach was making some severe gurglings so I opted to decompose in the shower a little bit. Plus those magic blue pills quieted the baby terradactyl.

I know this isn't exactly the most amazing night I've had. But I assure it's quite an accomplishment. I'm used to saying goodnight to wook way before he calls it a night on his end of the country. Now that's just sad. So when I told wook I made it to 3:30am before calling it a night, he was thoroughly impressed. Amazed. I am also. Still, lol. I was telling my parents that I haven't done that since like 2007. Crazy.