I was able to get there quite a bit earlier than expected because the earlier (slightly more expensive) flights had openings, so I snuck on one through stand by. Unfortunately I wasn't flying Virgin, and other airlines just seem so defunct to me after being spoiled by the holiness that is Virgin America. The party was fun, but I must say the whole going out while pregnant scene is getting old. Fast. It's fun at first, but the later it gets, the more tired I get, and the drunker everyone else gets. It's not always that fabulous a combination. Especially when I was not fed an adequate dinner. But that's a different story. Anyway, I have refused to succumb myself to being one of these boring pregnant girls who doesn't do anything fun anymore, but seriously guys, I'm tired! Even thought I'm not sick anymore, I still am not suitable for social situations after 11. 12 at best if I took a good nap prior. I take that back, because it's a total lie in the vain hope of not looking completely lame. 10 or 11 tops with a good nap.
Speaking of being preggers, when's this whole pickle ice cream with pepperoni craving thing going to start? I'm ready to guilt trip Gerard into making ridiculous grocery runs and grossing people out at every turn. Let's hop to it! I'm full of just normal people eating habits and it's slightly blase.