Since I was in Chicago for the New Year, I missed the celebration here in Ann Arbor, where all of my girls got totally, completely wasted. I was not far from their inebriated minds, however, as I found out when I listened to a very lovely message they had left on my phone shortly after midnight:
Keri: KTC your fucking message is fucking lame and it’s new years, Happy New Year!
Colleen: KTC I love you. I love you. Happy New Year!
Keri: I love you too but fucking Happy New Year too!
Colleen: KTC. St****ey. Call me.
Keri: That’s from Colleen. Colleen St****ey. Cause that’s why she said her last name. Hold on, here she is again.
Background Noise: Talk to Katie! Talk to Katie! Talk to Katie!
Becky: Katie, Hi! Katie? I just made out with Keri and then Colleen grabbed a cigarette out of my boobs and then I just made out with Aaron. I’m a kissing fool! You need to come to…
I can only imagine how long the drunk passing of the phone around the table would have lasted if my voicemail hadn't cut them off. My girls are so amazing.