Oh Patriot's Day Weekend...
Ok, so I know I haven't posted a goddamn thing in like 49,847,502,849,437,530 years, but this post was worth posting (and that phrase was redundant). In no particular order, here are some of the pluses of the weekend:
+Met a boy (whose name is Sean) at Embassy on Thursday. He's really cool. And he's cute.
+Hung out with Sean Thursday, Friday, part of Saturday, and Monday.
+My roommate went home to Brooklyn Thursday and Friday night. 'Nuff said.
+Went to a club with Sean tonight as well.
+Got wristbanded at said club without even having to show an ID.
+The Red Sox have won 5 games in a row, putting them tied in 1st with Toronto, who we play again tomorrow.
+The Yankees have lost 5 out of their last 6 games, are 3 games out of 1st already, and are having their worst opening of a season in 15 years. Goddamn, that is wonderful.
+The weather has been fan-fucking-tabulous this weekend.
+Went to the gym twice, and walked a shit-ton.
+Had a thouroughly fag-hag day with Laura, including the gym, smoothies, shopping, a walk, ice cream, and other fag-hag type things.
+Hung out with the one and only J-sizzle and the absolutley fabulous B-deis crew. Always an amazing time, I just wish I hadn't fucking fallen asleep on the bus on the way home. Damn you Jim Beam for only being $20 for a handle.
+Unlike the rest of the country which had class, work and other responsibilities, I had nothing to do today because it was Marathon Monday. So I drank.
Bad things about the weekend:
-It's over.
-I have class in 7 hours.
-My liver decided to up and leave me. It left this nast note and a bunch of reasons why "it had enough." Whatever, their's always next weekend.
I can honestly say that this might have been one of the best weekends of my college career thus far. If I got hit by the T tomorrow, I think I might die a happy man. But for now, I need sleep, I'm fucking exhausted.
+Met a boy (whose name is Sean) at Embassy on Thursday. He's really cool. And he's cute.
+Hung out with Sean Thursday, Friday, part of Saturday, and Monday.
+My roommate went home to Brooklyn Thursday and Friday night. 'Nuff said.
+Went to a club with Sean tonight as well.
+Got wristbanded at said club without even having to show an ID.
+The Red Sox have won 5 games in a row, putting them tied in 1st with Toronto, who we play again tomorrow.
+The Yankees have lost 5 out of their last 6 games, are 3 games out of 1st already, and are having their worst opening of a season in 15 years. Goddamn, that is wonderful.
+The weather has been fan-fucking-tabulous this weekend.
+Went to the gym twice, and walked a shit-ton.
+Had a thouroughly fag-hag day with Laura, including the gym, smoothies, shopping, a walk, ice cream, and other fag-hag type things.
+Hung out with the one and only J-sizzle and the absolutley fabulous B-deis crew. Always an amazing time, I just wish I hadn't fucking fallen asleep on the bus on the way home. Damn you Jim Beam for only being $20 for a handle.
+Unlike the rest of the country which had class, work and other responsibilities, I had nothing to do today because it was Marathon Monday. So I drank.
Bad things about the weekend:
-It's over.
-I have class in 7 hours.
-My liver decided to up and leave me. It left this nast note and a bunch of reasons why "it had enough." Whatever, their's always next weekend.
I can honestly say that this might have been one of the best weekends of my college career thus far. If I got hit by the T tomorrow, I think I might die a happy man. But for now, I need sleep, I'm fucking exhausted.