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So, today was random. It started with massive cramps of doom, which lasted throughout the day. Mostly I just curled up in my chair with a blanket and watched things like Britain's Got Talent and the first ep of ANTM Cycle 17 (sort of). I like how this was on youtube before cycle 16 even finishes.
After getting a random text from Eli about fajitas and margaritas (which confused the hell out of me, because I didn't realize "fajitas and ritas" was actually the name of a place), I abandoned my sad plans of ordering pizza and had dinner with people. Getting there was an adventure in itself...it took forever to get a damn cab. I actually had to walk over to where the cab place was before I could get one, because calling them didn't work. And then the driver had no idea where the place was. He didn't even know where Park St. Station was when I tried to explain it, but then he got that it was by the Common. So he just dropped me off at the T stop and I had to find the fajita place from there.
It was fun, though! Also delicious. I would have had more margaritas, but getting drunk on the first day of that time of the month is always a really bad idea, because my emotions are wonky anyway. Plus there's the motrin. Regardless, I had one and it was quite tasty. The quesadilla was also pretty good, though it was strange because there was cheese on top.
Everyone else got quite drunk (we ordered a few pitchers), and Laura took lots of pictures and I learned that I have to get a Twitter. I have actually tried this a couple of times, but maybe the third time will be a charm (especially because I know more people that use it now).
After that we hung out for awhile and talked, and then everyone went home. On on the way to the T some dudes we walked by were like "Where are you going, girls?" Trying to hit on us or something, idk. And Nell was like "Your mom!" Ahahah. At some point, my motrin stopped working so I was dying on the way back. Then I had to walk five flights of stairs because the elevator wasn't working. -__-;
I can hear the cheering crowd from the baseball game in my room. Oh Fenway.
After getting a random text from Eli about fajitas and margaritas (which confused the hell out of me, because I didn't realize "fajitas and ritas" was actually the name of a place), I abandoned my sad plans of ordering pizza and had dinner with people. Getting there was an adventure in itself...it took forever to get a damn cab. I actually had to walk over to where the cab place was before I could get one, because calling them didn't work. And then the driver had no idea where the place was. He didn't even know where Park St. Station was when I tried to explain it, but then he got that it was by the Common. So he just dropped me off at the T stop and I had to find the fajita place from there.
It was fun, though! Also delicious. I would have had more margaritas, but getting drunk on the first day of that time of the month is always a really bad idea, because my emotions are wonky anyway. Plus there's the motrin. Regardless, I had one and it was quite tasty. The quesadilla was also pretty good, though it was strange because there was cheese on top.
Everyone else got quite drunk (we ordered a few pitchers), and Laura took lots of pictures and I learned that I have to get a Twitter. I have actually tried this a couple of times, but maybe the third time will be a charm (especially because I know more people that use it now).
After that we hung out for awhile and talked, and then everyone went home. On on the way to the T some dudes we walked by were like "Where are you going, girls?" Trying to hit on us or something, idk. And Nell was like "Your mom!" Ahahah. At some point, my motrin stopped working so I was dying on the way back. Then I had to walk five flights of stairs because the elevator wasn't working. -__-;
I can hear the cheering crowd from the baseball game in my room. Oh Fenway.