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I don't have to work today because of an unanticipated five day weekend. I'd love to say that I was using my time off to do productive things that I've been avoiding, like purging my closet and joining a gym, but instead I'm mostly knitting and taking the extra time to dry my hair every morning. Let's see, some highlights of the last week:
Firstly, and most obviously, Alison and Floyd's visit. I am still detoxing from all the food and awesomeness.
Thursday night I went out with Julia, which is always super pleasant. She talked me into going that ridiculously-irish-fratty-pub-bar-thing down in the market. Because it was a somewhat school sponsored evening, there were limos leaving from campus to take us downtown. Crammed into a limo with lovely Julia, Anne, my next-door neighbor from sophmore year (the one that wasn't Cody, Floyd, or the Wyoming boy who overdosed on pills halfway through the year) and a whole bunch of people I definitely had never spoken to before was entertaining, especially since there was bottled water to pour into the champagne glasses in the limo bar. The best part about the evening was the band playing at the bar - this "traditional" irish band made up of people my age, and most notably the female accordion player, who had long blonde hair which she flung around like a lead singer from a hair band in 1986. She was wearing a short red plaid skirt, knee high boots, and a strange goth top that barely covered her chest, had strings that wrapped all the way down her torso, and those bell sleeves with hook and eye closures all the way up to the shoulder, obviously all undone except for the few around her wrists. This girl jumped around, and shredded on the accordion, showed everyone her baby-blue bra and scatted - yes, scatted - along to the music. It was mesmerizing in a "I'm not sure if this is a train-wreck or absolutely genius" sort of way. I had several beers and left after the band played a reggae- yes, reggae, wtf! - version of "Oh, Danny Boy" because I figured my mind could not be blown any further.
But then my incredulity was stretched even further on the walk home when I got a couple of awful 6th grade caliber text messages. So absurd that over the next couple weeks I fully expect to have these same girls tell everyone I have a crush on the boy who eats his boogers and pick me last for handball. I don't understand why no one told me that junior high wasn't an isolated hellish experience, but a warmup for the rest of life.
Friday night Kim and I tried to go to a show at the new Paradox, but we are to cool to show up on time and missed the Silversun Pickups, the only band we really wanted to see. The worst part was spending ten dollars on it. The best part was sitting in my car eating baked cheetos and doritos in disgusting delicious handfuls and watching scrubs dvds at home afterward.
Saturday was family day and I made some poorly constructed bundt cakes and hung out with my aunties and uncles and looked at wedding pictures and ate sushi and saw a russian vampire movie.
Sunday I watched tv with Cody, taught myself how to make pompoms from yarn, and let Elisa cook me dinner while I hung out with her and Molly.
Also, I think I'm going to stop drinking Sparks because I'm pretty sure it causes brain damage. We'll see how long that lasts.
Firstly, and most obviously, Alison and Floyd's visit. I am still detoxing from all the food and awesomeness.
Thursday night I went out with Julia, which is always super pleasant. She talked me into going that ridiculously-irish-fratty-pub-bar-thing down in the market. Because it was a somewhat school sponsored evening, there were limos leaving from campus to take us downtown. Crammed into a limo with lovely Julia, Anne, my next-door neighbor from sophmore year (the one that wasn't Cody, Floyd, or the Wyoming boy who overdosed on pills halfway through the year) and a whole bunch of people I definitely had never spoken to before was entertaining, especially since there was bottled water to pour into the champagne glasses in the limo bar. The best part about the evening was the band playing at the bar - this "traditional" irish band made up of people my age, and most notably the female accordion player, who had long blonde hair which she flung around like a lead singer from a hair band in 1986. She was wearing a short red plaid skirt, knee high boots, and a strange goth top that barely covered her chest, had strings that wrapped all the way down her torso, and those bell sleeves with hook and eye closures all the way up to the shoulder, obviously all undone except for the few around her wrists. This girl jumped around, and shredded on the accordion, showed everyone her baby-blue bra and scatted - yes, scatted - along to the music. It was mesmerizing in a "I'm not sure if this is a train-wreck or absolutely genius" sort of way. I had several beers and left after the band played a reggae- yes, reggae, wtf! - version of "Oh, Danny Boy" because I figured my mind could not be blown any further.
But then my incredulity was stretched even further on the walk home when I got a couple of awful 6th grade caliber text messages. So absurd that over the next couple weeks I fully expect to have these same girls tell everyone I have a crush on the boy who eats his boogers and pick me last for handball. I don't understand why no one told me that junior high wasn't an isolated hellish experience, but a warmup for the rest of life.
Friday night Kim and I tried to go to a show at the new Paradox, but we are to cool to show up on time and missed the Silversun Pickups, the only band we really wanted to see. The worst part was spending ten dollars on it. The best part was sitting in my car eating baked cheetos and doritos in disgusting delicious handfuls and watching scrubs dvds at home afterward.
Saturday was family day and I made some poorly constructed bundt cakes and hung out with my aunties and uncles and looked at wedding pictures and ate sushi and saw a russian vampire movie.
Sunday I watched tv with Cody, taught myself how to make pompoms from yarn, and let Elisa cook me dinner while I hung out with her and Molly.
Also, I think I'm going to stop drinking Sparks because I'm pretty sure it causes brain damage. We'll see how long that lasts.