Ask Me About My Weekend
I sat down to type up a detailed narrative of my fantastic weekend, but realized that I didn't really feel like writing a novel tonight (even a really damn awesome novel). So, if you'd like to learn more about my lovely weekend, ask me about the following:
- last minute homemade pizza and wine (and gossip!) dinner
- taking my cousin Schuyler and her friend (who were visiting DC/my couch for the weekend) to their very first lesbian club
- sleeping in until ONE PM HOLY CRAP IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME
- post-Penn State game tailgating with spicy pickles and coffee vodka
- Schuyler's friend's friend's friend's birthday celebration, bankrolled by the birthday girl's high roller friend, with pregaming in a posh downtown hotel room and the actual celebration at a fancypants club, where we had A Table and bottle service which included firecrackers
- the dress code for said celebration, which was (apparently) "short tight black dress, high black heels, and lots of glitter" (I got one out of three)
- the gentleman at the celebration who wanted me to know that he liked me because I wasn't like any of the other girls (apparently meaning "not wearing sequins or high heels," or possibly "not four feet tall and Indian," but clearly not "lesbian"), and wanting me to eat cake because of it
- staying in bed until 4pm on Sunday, eating mashed potatoes and watching Doctor Who
- cleaning my room SO THOROUGHLY*
- cooking sweet'n'spicy chickpeas, then making spinach alfredo because my roommates needed something to be done with the egg yolks after they used the whites to make macaroons (dinner + dessert + second dinner = delicious)
- the girl I met at nationals last weekend (on a boat, yes) and texting her since. Cons: she lives in Boston. Pros: EVERYTHING ELSE (she's cute! she's smart! she's a biologist! I drunk dialed her at 3:30 am and she thought it was sweet!)
Guys. Life is so cool right now. If I keep on like this, someone is going to drop my perfect job with a 20% salary increase into my lap next week and by 2011 I'll have won the lottery. Seriously.
*You probably aren't actually interested in asking about this one, but I promise, it felt sooooooo good. Especially vacuuming under the bed. Oh, baby.
- last minute homemade pizza and wine (and gossip!) dinner
- taking my cousin Schuyler and her friend (who were visiting DC/my couch for the weekend) to their very first lesbian club
- sleeping in until ONE PM HOLY CRAP IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME
- post-Penn State game tailgating with spicy pickles and coffee vodka
- Schuyler's friend's friend's friend's birthday celebration, bankrolled by the birthday girl's high roller friend, with pregaming in a posh downtown hotel room and the actual celebration at a fancypants club, where we had A Table and bottle service which included firecrackers
- the dress code for said celebration, which was (apparently) "short tight black dress, high black heels, and lots of glitter" (I got one out of three)
- the gentleman at the celebration who wanted me to know that he liked me because I wasn't like any of the other girls (apparently meaning "not wearing sequins or high heels," or possibly "not four feet tall and Indian," but clearly not "lesbian"), and wanting me to eat cake because of it
- staying in bed until 4pm on Sunday, eating mashed potatoes and watching Doctor Who
- cleaning my room SO THOROUGHLY*
- cooking sweet'n'spicy chickpeas, then making spinach alfredo because my roommates needed something to be done with the egg yolks after they used the whites to make macaroons (dinner + dessert + second dinner = delicious)
- the girl I met at nationals last weekend (on a boat, yes) and texting her since. Cons: she lives in Boston. Pros: EVERYTHING ELSE (she's cute! she's smart! she's a biologist! I drunk dialed her at 3:30 am and she thought it was sweet!)
Guys. Life is so cool right now. If I keep on like this, someone is going to drop my perfect job with a 20% salary increase into my lap next week and by 2011 I'll have won the lottery. Seriously.
*You probably aren't actually interested in asking about this one, but I promise, it felt sooooooo good. Especially vacuuming under the bed. Oh, baby.