Maybe I should meet these people when they are sober
I went to Cheryl's Ides of March party on Saturday after the Michigan hockey game. I was the youngest person there, by about three and a half years, meaning, I was the only person there who was not of drinking age, so I sat there and ate pickles instead. I ate pickles, teased Harini for her drunken music choices, and was complimented on my pigtails (I am so cool!) by a man wearing an Irish flag as a skirt. All in all, it was an entertaining night.