A friend was recently asked this question during a job interview: “How lucky do you consider yourself to be on a scale of 1:10?” Even though I’m currently experiencing post-wedding depression, a sore throat and have no voice, I feel like I’m pushing 10. I feel so lucky (and not because we were up all night to this song) to have been apart of such an amazing weekend celebrating #megandjack with the greatest friends anyone could ask for. Stay tuned for more details on Newport, the wedding & twerking.

Below are a few of the many emails getting me through this day:

Friend #1:
I am so depressed this weekend is over.  You people are the best people in da whole damn world. Like I told some of you today…you can catch me on Thursday nights at 9, MTV. Jersey shore.

Friend #2:
What happens at 10 Prospect, stays at 10 Prospect! BRUTAL morning. I’ll put my pics up when my boss realizes to leave me alone today because I’m useless.

Friend #3:
So glad I took sign language senior year…

Friend #4:
I sound like a 90-year-old man today and am holding my eyelids up with pencils so I don’t fall asleep. Totally worth it. Best weekend ever!!!!!!