catherine's thursday night list of dos and don'ts:

do: go have a drink with a friend instead of running five miles. vodka gimlets and stella artois, to be exact

don't: consider the bowl of nuts at the bar to be your dinner

do: go hang outside to sober up for a while after the drinks

don't: hang out in centennial park, where, even though you're with a burly male, somebody will probably try to aggressively sell you crack as soon as the sun sets

do: listen to (following charles' example) the hold steady on the drive home. windows down a must. (don't worry; we'd sobered up. one of us, at least.)

don't: visit cockpunch.com, even though your boyfriend suggested you register it as your personal domain, because "that's your word! you own it!" (if you consider 14th on google results owning). but you really don't. some dumb boring blogger does. and it's really dumb. and we know we're all sick of dumb boring bloggers. (but i'm not gonna lie - the stick figure intro on the front is pretty great. and how it happens.) but seriously. it's NOT EVEN PORN. GAH.

do: eat a hot pocket to assauge tomorrow's hangover. really. my love for hot pockets is kind of legion. and EMBARRASSING.

one last do: have a good weekend, y'all!