I was supposed to have a watermelon margarita tonight, but it was really just tequila flavored. So. Strong. I’m surprised I was functional.
J wanted to sing Call Me Maybe, but they didn’t have it, so he did I’m Sexy and I Know It. Got the whole place pumped up. Something called the Wobble Dance was involved later. Don’t know what the fuck that was.
Basically, I’m glad that was the last night in Atlanta. That was so much fun. Track run tomorrow, home by 10pm. Cannot wait to sleep in my own bed.