Cinco de Mayo, you guys.

What the hell.

I remember going to Fiesta Mexicana and drinking a few margaritas. I remember walking to some menswear expo downtown. I remember buying a t-shirt for a bro-dawg that I have the crushies for. I remember some gay bear was scared of me, which is a totally uncustomary reaction. I remember Lindsay sucking up some helium at Hacienda. I remember laying on someone's couch and passing out for a few hours. I remember eating pizza in a parking lot. And I remember waking up all night long so that I could drink entire water bottles.

I cancelled my DirecTV account today, so my life is going to be incredibly horrible for the next 11 days.

...Because I am moving in 11 days.