i need you to spill your guts.
as much as i would like to say that this weekend was awesome, i would be lying if i did. and i really do try to be honest.
it was still pretty decent though. friday night the girls and i saw cabaret, which was slightly disappointing, compared to the other musicals i've seen. saturday was an early day since i went to campbelltown to help beverlee lehr, a ceramic artist, with preparing her work for a show at the lancaster museum of art. it was definitely worth every penny i made, and i would have done it for free after talking to her and seeing her artwork.
saturday night was supposed to be a eurohouse party, but although it was a bust i let drunk lindsey out of her cage after half a 1.5 liter bottle of 2003 tuscan sangiovese. i don't remember much from the hour before i went to bed, but i didn't wake up with a hangover, just a lot of missing chocolates.
and now it's just the insane week before spring break. we're all trying to do as much as possible so we don't have a ton to do while home, but i know i'll end up taking home all of my books anyway. especially if i don't get a job. it's still going to be a sweet fuckin spring break though. dom's birthday is on the 4th, elissa's wedding on the 5th (you know what wedding receptions mean), i'm going to NYC with giuseppe on the 8th to go to MOMA (finally!) and see Sweeney Todd on broadway. then from the 10th until the 12th KLM tears up williamsport.
oh yes, get at me world.
it was still pretty decent though. friday night the girls and i saw cabaret, which was slightly disappointing, compared to the other musicals i've seen. saturday was an early day since i went to campbelltown to help beverlee lehr, a ceramic artist, with preparing her work for a show at the lancaster museum of art. it was definitely worth every penny i made, and i would have done it for free after talking to her and seeing her artwork.
saturday night was supposed to be a eurohouse party, but although it was a bust i let drunk lindsey out of her cage after half a 1.5 liter bottle of 2003 tuscan sangiovese. i don't remember much from the hour before i went to bed, but i didn't wake up with a hangover, just a lot of missing chocolates.
and now it's just the insane week before spring break. we're all trying to do as much as possible so we don't have a ton to do while home, but i know i'll end up taking home all of my books anyway. especially if i don't get a job. it's still going to be a sweet fuckin spring break though. dom's birthday is on the 4th, elissa's wedding on the 5th (you know what wedding receptions mean), i'm going to NYC with giuseppe on the 8th to go to MOMA (finally!) and see Sweeney Todd on broadway. then from the 10th until the 12th KLM tears up williamsport.
oh yes, get at me world.