i think how much you sleep the day after an event
is a measure of the awesomeness of said event
i could make a chart or a line graph but that wouldn't be worth the effort
basically
i woke up at 10:30 when lizz called
fell back asleep until 11:14 (BAD) and woke up and straight rolled OUT. drove to dc, minor issues with traffic "portals" and someone "almost t-boning me at 5 mph" (culpability is completely up in the air!), but got to gretchen's otherwise successfully! we drove around and parallel parked more than i ever have in my entire lyfe. evidenced by my completely terrible attempts. ANYWAY! we had a lot of fun and stalked lizz to her hotel and i had the best pizza everrrr. (with broccoli and eggplant?? MMMM CPK. uhhh there's one at harborplace uhhhh pizza uhhh.) we went to ben & jerry's and georgetown and skulked in playgrounds. polaroids and "noah?? edwardsen!?" and "he's in LA!" and lots of useless, beautiful, beautiful presidents. also saw embassies of botswana and turkmenistan. i lied, i can't remember the second.
but i left at 5:15, it felt like i was there for about 20 minutes. i def need to hang out with those kids when i do not have obligations that involve me coming hooome.
HOWEVER.
the "best dance of the year" i mean PARTI GRAS was ballin'. ria came over before and we got pretty. and discussed mute boys and talked to em on the phone about apple juice. what what motts? what? peter came over and my dad made awkward jokes and we rolled out to the dannncee. em sent me text message warnings about rape. best friend! the dance was fun ("awkward sexx?!") despite a complete lack of bon jovi. lots of lost puppies and flailing. even threw in a jazz square. haahhgg.
afterwards peter and i went to taco bell because i have a complete disregard for vegetarianism and the inclusion of meat in everything on the tb menu (I FELT TERRIBLE) but i got the best line ever which was "i'll take you to taco bell anytime.... ladies...."
taquitos and a girl from our school (i could tell by her skankwear) throwing up on the parking lot. haha what? classy.
guys behind us in the drivethru (27 year old men who like to think they still PARTY ALL THE TIME! JUST LIKE FRAT BOYZ! I'M VINCE VAUGHN, JUST LIKE OLD SCHOOL! BADASSS!) yelled "yeahh girrrl puke it out HAHHAAH OMG SO FUNNY" which was gross. but the drivethru guy called peter "b" and it made everything worth it. we parked and i ate gross tb food and we listened to mashups and they played "LIVIN ON A PRAYER" and it was full circle. and everything was perfect. then we went hooome because sparkz is responsible and it was about midnight.
rainn wilson and andy "prince harry" samberg (so good) and sleeping.
14 and a half hours.
yeah yesterday was awesome
ask my sleep cycle.
pictures included, boo.
(mmm a trip is not complete without lizz sutor polaroidz!!)
(momma said i needed a tattoo that said "MOTHER" on my arm because of my anchor necklace not being dainty. WHATEVER MOMMA ITS NAUTICAL ALRIGHT)
(ps that picture is an after. auditorium girrrl. because that explains my redness and our tiredness.)this is cut to pieces just for you and your friends page but i expect you to czech it anyway girrrl.
in other news
let's just cancel school and snuggle all the time.