Oh, to be thirteen...

So. It's little sister's birthday party tonight, and quite honestly...it's a nuthouse. There are about 45 damp, screaming, pre-pubescent, hormone-riddled kids wandering around my house, garage, pool...everywhere. Naturally, I'm hiding out in the den, counting down the minutes until they leave and I can start with the imbibery (48).

I realize that I didn't do a Little 500 update, as I was essentially blacked out that entire weekend. So let me paste it together for you:

Cut to: Erin, Jill, Mike, sitting in the living. The clock reads 10.45. Erin and Jill are drinking beer, Mike is cooking breakfast and drinking.

Cut to: Erin and Jill, walking down the street. The time is 12.15. They wander into Hoosier Courts on Henderson, never to be heard from again. Or, at least for a while.

Cut to: Erin and Jill, at the beer pong table. Time has become irrelevant and quite ridiculous. Ice block drinks have been done, beer pong games have been won, and Kristopher Mauck has been chatted to. Also, hamburgers.

Cut to: Erin and Jill, in Steph's room. We called Jill into work, so she didn't have to go. :) Yay!

I know we floated two kegs, got into a feud with the neighbors, ate like, fifty time, and played so many games of beer pong that I can't even remember. Little 500 hundred just can't be put into words...Just so you know...on Playboy's List of Best College Weekends, Grand Prix at Purdue ranks number 9. Decent. A regular weekend at IU ranks 4th. Little 500 is, of course, number 1. As if you doubted.