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i had quite the intoxicated weekend. i went down to DC with the Spanish club on Thursday so I got to miss one day of classes WooHoo! Thursday all we did was drive out there. I left with Curtis at 11, we had a couple beers, and went home to sleep. I had to get up god awful early on Friday so Curtis could drop me off before work.
Our one day of espanol adventures was to go to the state depatment and meet with a bunch of diplomats and talk about issues in south America. It was interesting because I had no idea what the political isssues were about. Condoleeza Rice wasn't around for a photo op...too bad. then we had lunch and afterwards we went to the interamerican defense school or something and we had a quick lecture on what the school did and basically its were high ranking officials military and civilian come to study peacekeeping, negotiations, etc. then we had a little social reception and an opportunity to meet with the students...a chance to practice my spanish. it was awesome to be sipping on wine talking to generals of other nations about stuff. i wish i was more informed in the subject of politics because i would have wanted to get an inside perspective. i felt so priveleged to be there. i used to get my rocks off by rubbing elbows with hollywood, but now its about high ranking politcal figures. i have to say though it was very difficult for me since i'm not the shmoozy type. the general that runs the school was the most incredible, personable, i would follow him into any battle kind of guy. he spoke to us and really motivated me on being in the military. i haven't had that spark lit in what seems like forever.
the rest of the weekend was just drinking with curtis. we went out for sushi friday to do a long needed saki bombs, but i forgot my ID. i actualliy never carry it around but curtis usually has one of my IDs in his wallet, which he didn't. i haven't felt so underage in such a long time. i had to sneak saki shots into my miso soup bowl. it was the jesus bowl that kept on giving. then me and the boy went on a date to madigans a bar near the house with terrible kareoke. when is kareoke any good though? saturday was basically my mental battle with procrastination and it was pouring rain. i got my hair cut and its still long but short for me...lots of layers...kinda poodly. drank with his roomates and friends, watched triumph dvd, passed out. last but not least today i had to leave.
i wish i had someone to call whenever i felt like talking on the phone. i always call curtis, but what happens when he's busy? i'll usually call my mom, but i hate her guts as of late and would rather shove a pencil in my eye than listen to her criticism. then who?
Our one day of espanol adventures was to go to the state depatment and meet with a bunch of diplomats and talk about issues in south America. It was interesting because I had no idea what the political isssues were about. Condoleeza Rice wasn't around for a photo op...too bad. then we had lunch and afterwards we went to the interamerican defense school or something and we had a quick lecture on what the school did and basically its were high ranking officials military and civilian come to study peacekeeping, negotiations, etc. then we had a little social reception and an opportunity to meet with the students...a chance to practice my spanish. it was awesome to be sipping on wine talking to generals of other nations about stuff. i wish i was more informed in the subject of politics because i would have wanted to get an inside perspective. i felt so priveleged to be there. i used to get my rocks off by rubbing elbows with hollywood, but now its about high ranking politcal figures. i have to say though it was very difficult for me since i'm not the shmoozy type. the general that runs the school was the most incredible, personable, i would follow him into any battle kind of guy. he spoke to us and really motivated me on being in the military. i haven't had that spark lit in what seems like forever.
the rest of the weekend was just drinking with curtis. we went out for sushi friday to do a long needed saki bombs, but i forgot my ID. i actualliy never carry it around but curtis usually has one of my IDs in his wallet, which he didn't. i haven't felt so underage in such a long time. i had to sneak saki shots into my miso soup bowl. it was the jesus bowl that kept on giving. then me and the boy went on a date to madigans a bar near the house with terrible kareoke. when is kareoke any good though? saturday was basically my mental battle with procrastination and it was pouring rain. i got my hair cut and its still long but short for me...lots of layers...kinda poodly. drank with his roomates and friends, watched triumph dvd, passed out. last but not least today i had to leave.
i wish i had someone to call whenever i felt like talking on the phone. i always call curtis, but what happens when he's busy? i'll usually call my mom, but i hate her guts as of late and would rather shove a pencil in my eye than listen to her criticism. then who?