an empty nest
So, Courtney and MBL just left--Courtney's going to be staying in Bloomington for a couple of days. I am therefore alone in my apartment for the first time since she moved in.
Uh, except she just walked back in because she forgot her glasses. AHAHAHAHA.
Anyway, my first Act of Freedom was going to be to fall asleep, but I have to be at Mitchell's in about an hour, so instead, I put turned off Murder By Death and put on Obnoxious Dance Music. Courtney laughed at it on her way out. XD
Last night Matthew, Cameron, Courtney and I went to Baxbeaux's and got pizza. We also made fun of a 13th birthday party of The Beautiful (Albeit 13) People next to us, then felt bad because they brought us leftover cake. Which we then had. And also ate!
And by "felt bad," I mean "felt like we had delicious cake," which we did. We can't decide whether they brought it to us because a)they had a crush on Matthew, b)they were overawed and needed to sacrifice to Cameron's chops, the like of which even the male-est among them had no hope of growing for at least ten, maybe fifteen years, or c)they heard me talking about how good the cake looked. Anyway, it didn't matter, because then we went to Kroger and bought soda, milk, eggs, and butter, haggled unsuccessfully for shelves with a drunk, purple-haired lady, and returned home, where we watched the best music video ever--"Hips Don't Lie," the "fans only version," which, as it turns out, means that it is ONLY FANS, all dancing to the song in homemade videos, and it is AMAZING), drank a variety of beverages involving gin, rum, and/or vodka (also, Courtney had a bottle of Boone's Farm...), and talked long into the night.
At least, I'm assuming that's what happened. I fell asleep on the floor. (Completely sober! Just still fighting this weirdo tiredness thing. I'm pretty sure everybody else thought I was just wizzasted.) I have little recollection of what happened after Cameron covered me with a second blanket and rubbed my back. At some point everyone left, and MBL and Courtney drunkenly had a parenting-style conflict.
MBL: Peggyyyyy! Wake up! Go to bed!
Courtney: Just leave her there on the floor. She'll go to her bed when she feels uncomfortable.
MBL: You are a better mom than me.
Peggy: I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh.
MBL: [passes out on couch]
Earlier in the evening, I seem to have taken notes, after Cameron (who is after all new to the world of (drunken) livejournaling) ignored our cries of OHMIGODWRITE THAT DOWWWWWWWWWWWWN IN YOUR ELJAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!one! when funny things happened.
Courtney: Let's have Hugenot night!
Peggy: Don't behead any of my shit. I'll fucking kill you.
MBL: [goes to check her email] Oh no! I can't sign in!
Matthew: Why not?
MBL: I'M TOO DRUNK!!!111!
Don't worry, fearless reader, she managed it a few minutes later. (With Courtney's help.)
Anyway, now I'm going to go see if my shirt is sufficiently febreezed and get myself to Mitchell's for a double. Wish me luck! I think I might be working one tomorrow, too. :(
Uh, except she just walked back in because she forgot her glasses. AHAHAHAHA.
Anyway, my first Act of Freedom was going to be to fall asleep, but I have to be at Mitchell's in about an hour, so instead, I put turned off Murder By Death and put on Obnoxious Dance Music. Courtney laughed at it on her way out. XD
Last night Matthew, Cameron, Courtney and I went to Baxbeaux's and got pizza. We also made fun of a 13th birthday party of The Beautiful (Albeit 13) People next to us, then felt bad because they brought us leftover cake. Which we then had. And also ate!
And by "felt bad," I mean "felt like we had delicious cake," which we did. We can't decide whether they brought it to us because a)they had a crush on Matthew, b)they were overawed and needed to sacrifice to Cameron's chops, the like of which even the male-est among them had no hope of growing for at least ten, maybe fifteen years, or c)they heard me talking about how good the cake looked. Anyway, it didn't matter, because then we went to Kroger and bought soda, milk, eggs, and butter, haggled unsuccessfully for shelves with a drunk, purple-haired lady, and returned home, where we watched the best music video ever--"Hips Don't Lie," the "fans only version," which, as it turns out, means that it is ONLY FANS, all dancing to the song in homemade videos, and it is AMAZING), drank a variety of beverages involving gin, rum, and/or vodka (also, Courtney had a bottle of Boone's Farm...), and talked long into the night.
At least, I'm assuming that's what happened. I fell asleep on the floor. (Completely sober! Just still fighting this weirdo tiredness thing. I'm pretty sure everybody else thought I was just wizzasted.) I have little recollection of what happened after Cameron covered me with a second blanket and rubbed my back. At some point everyone left, and MBL and Courtney drunkenly had a parenting-style conflict.
MBL: Peggyyyyy! Wake up! Go to bed!
Courtney: Just leave her there on the floor. She'll go to her bed when she feels uncomfortable.
MBL: You are a better mom than me.
Peggy: I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh.
MBL: [passes out on couch]
Earlier in the evening, I seem to have taken notes, after Cameron (who is after all new to the world of (drunken) livejournaling) ignored our cries of OHMIGODWRITE THAT DOWWWWWWWWWWWWN IN YOUR ELJAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!one! when funny things happened.
Courtney: Let's have Hugenot night!
Peggy: Don't behead any of my shit. I'll fucking kill you.
MBL: [goes to check her email] Oh no! I can't sign in!
Matthew: Why not?
MBL: I'M TOO DRUNK!!!111!
Don't worry, fearless reader, she managed it a few minutes later. (With Courtney's help.)
Anyway, now I'm going to go see if my shirt is sufficiently febreezed and get myself to Mitchell's for a double. Wish me luck! I think I might be working one tomorrow, too. :(