summer... continued
Completely forgot to mention the rest of my summer *facepalm*
Right.
I went to Ft. Lewis in Washington State for a month to do Army stuff. That was not as awful as I had expected, but really, did it have to be during the World Cup? Did they have to take my phone away for the duration? Ugh. Thankfully one of our instructors was kind enough to give us score updates so at least I knew who was winning. Sadly I had no idea who was scoring the goals :( but I can't have everything I suppose. I spent a lot of time tromping around in the woods, tripping over things (logs, vines, myself, holes, branches, myself, tentpoles, bumps on the ground etc), acquiring bruises, falling off things, chomping on 800mg ibuprofen, getting bitten by every bug that's ever existed, and not taking very many showers. The group I was with for the entire month (10 people, we call it a squad) was hilarious. And surprisingly good looking. The sheer amount of men in the Army is definitely a recommendation. Oh men. Gotta love 'em. Fun to be around but either not my type or taken. sigh. I wish he weren't.
First thing we all did when we got to the airport to go home? Headed to Seattle to drink. Yeah. We're college students, what did you expect? Never before have I felt so tipsy after a single margarita. Being away from college has seriously lowered my tolerance. I managed to get the large group of guys I was with to wander around Pike Place Market where they were throwing fish about and selling flowers. Lovely place. I wish I'd had more time to wander about and peruse the stalls. However, the guys wanted to drink. again. So I grabbed a pastry and we headed off to another bar. Thankfully they had cider. And then I ditched them all to do a bit of shopping.
Heading into Anthropologie tipsy is a terrible idea.
I'm lucky I escaped having only bought one dress. The damage could have been far worse. After some Starbucks and a trip to Sephora to restock on some things I was running out of I headed back to the airport to meet back up with the guys. Guess where I found them? In a bar in the airport. So cutely predictable. They made me do a farewell shot and then I made sure they all got to their gates. Yeah. I was the sober one again. Drunk boys are very friendly, hilariously so. Thankfully for them I hadn't had to deal with drunken boys in months so I didn't mind at all. That and they were entertaining. I'll probably never forget when one of them tried to grab an airport employee's ass on the escalator. Thankfully I managed to intercept his hand in time. That would have been a disaster.
Hm. The week after I got back I slept, painted my nails, slept, ate real food, baked, went through my email and caught up on everything I missed, slept... oh and slept.
And then I headed to DC for the weekend. I spent the morning at the Spy Museum and then wandered around the judicial district for a bit. I picked up some delicious gelato at Pitango Gelato and sat in the shade, ogling the hot policemen that walked by. Oh man were they hot. I met up with a sorority sister of mine after she got off work and we headed over to a bar/restaurant to wait for her Dad and then head home. Pomegranate Mojitos are fantastic. Especially when other people pay for them. She and I headed to Old Town Alexandria to shop the next morning, where I got hit on by a semi-cute sales clerk at a craft/art/folk shop. Might have had something to do with the fact that I didn't wear pants the entire weekend. Now don't get some crazy Lady-Gaga-no-pants picture in your head, I was just wearing dresses. Admittedly short ones, but dresses nevertheless.
I met up with different friends that afternoon and headed to the DC United match v. Portsmouth with them. It was quite an experience. We sat in the fan section and I'm really glad it was disgustingly hot out or I would have been extremely unhappy with the amount of beer that I got showered with. I swear. Those fans are nuts. They were tossing about beer every time DCU did something good, which happened at LEAST four times since that's how many goals they scored. Anyway, fun times. I ogled a few more men, really what are athletes there for anyway? And the fans... oh yeah... they love to take their shirts off when it's hot and most of the time I don't mind. Mind you (ahem, man in front of me), if you have an unattractive bod, please remain clothed. No one wants to see that.
I went to Eastern Market on Sunday and did a bit of browsing. Got hit on by more men, slightly less cute this time, much to my dismay (is it that I was walking around by myself? argh, sometimes I wish they'd be a bit less friendly). Grabbed a cupcake, a BLT and some lemonade before I made my way to Union Station to catch my afternoon train home. Lovely weekend and now I have a sandal tan.
I'm a bit bored at the moment, there isn't much to do around the house. Most of my friends are in foreign countries or doing internships in different cities. I'm ridiculously jealous of them all, but I can't really whine too much about my summer. It went well... now I just have to wait two weeks before I get on a plane and head back to uni.
--break in my boredom-- we went to the Tiffany exhibit today. Tiffany is amazingly gorgeous. Enough said.
I may clean tomorrow. The world is ending.
On the other hand, I might just go read a book and perhaps do some cross stitch. Or just read. I was contemplating a puzzle the other day. Perhaps I'll clean enough to clear off a table to put the puzzle on, provided we have one I have done that is 1000+ pieces. The ones under 1000 are just too easy.
Right.
I went to Ft. Lewis in Washington State for a month to do Army stuff. That was not as awful as I had expected, but really, did it have to be during the World Cup? Did they have to take my phone away for the duration? Ugh. Thankfully one of our instructors was kind enough to give us score updates so at least I knew who was winning. Sadly I had no idea who was scoring the goals :( but I can't have everything I suppose. I spent a lot of time tromping around in the woods, tripping over things (logs, vines, myself, holes, branches, myself, tentpoles, bumps on the ground etc), acquiring bruises, falling off things, chomping on 800mg ibuprofen, getting bitten by every bug that's ever existed, and not taking very many showers. The group I was with for the entire month (10 people, we call it a squad) was hilarious. And surprisingly good looking. The sheer amount of men in the Army is definitely a recommendation. Oh men. Gotta love 'em. Fun to be around but either not my type or taken. sigh. I wish he weren't.
First thing we all did when we got to the airport to go home? Headed to Seattle to drink. Yeah. We're college students, what did you expect? Never before have I felt so tipsy after a single margarita. Being away from college has seriously lowered my tolerance. I managed to get the large group of guys I was with to wander around Pike Place Market where they were throwing fish about and selling flowers. Lovely place. I wish I'd had more time to wander about and peruse the stalls. However, the guys wanted to drink. again. So I grabbed a pastry and we headed off to another bar. Thankfully they had cider. And then I ditched them all to do a bit of shopping.
Heading into Anthropologie tipsy is a terrible idea.
I'm lucky I escaped having only bought one dress. The damage could have been far worse. After some Starbucks and a trip to Sephora to restock on some things I was running out of I headed back to the airport to meet back up with the guys. Guess where I found them? In a bar in the airport. So cutely predictable. They made me do a farewell shot and then I made sure they all got to their gates. Yeah. I was the sober one again. Drunk boys are very friendly, hilariously so. Thankfully for them I hadn't had to deal with drunken boys in months so I didn't mind at all. That and they were entertaining. I'll probably never forget when one of them tried to grab an airport employee's ass on the escalator. Thankfully I managed to intercept his hand in time. That would have been a disaster.
Hm. The week after I got back I slept, painted my nails, slept, ate real food, baked, went through my email and caught up on everything I missed, slept... oh and slept.
And then I headed to DC for the weekend. I spent the morning at the Spy Museum and then wandered around the judicial district for a bit. I picked up some delicious gelato at Pitango Gelato and sat in the shade, ogling the hot policemen that walked by. Oh man were they hot. I met up with a sorority sister of mine after she got off work and we headed over to a bar/restaurant to wait for her Dad and then head home. Pomegranate Mojitos are fantastic. Especially when other people pay for them. She and I headed to Old Town Alexandria to shop the next morning, where I got hit on by a semi-cute sales clerk at a craft/art/folk shop. Might have had something to do with the fact that I didn't wear pants the entire weekend. Now don't get some crazy Lady-Gaga-no-pants picture in your head, I was just wearing dresses. Admittedly short ones, but dresses nevertheless.
I met up with different friends that afternoon and headed to the DC United match v. Portsmouth with them. It was quite an experience. We sat in the fan section and I'm really glad it was disgustingly hot out or I would have been extremely unhappy with the amount of beer that I got showered with. I swear. Those fans are nuts. They were tossing about beer every time DCU did something good, which happened at LEAST four times since that's how many goals they scored. Anyway, fun times. I ogled a few more men, really what are athletes there for anyway? And the fans... oh yeah... they love to take their shirts off when it's hot and most of the time I don't mind. Mind you (ahem, man in front of me), if you have an unattractive bod, please remain clothed. No one wants to see that.
I went to Eastern Market on Sunday and did a bit of browsing. Got hit on by more men, slightly less cute this time, much to my dismay (is it that I was walking around by myself? argh, sometimes I wish they'd be a bit less friendly). Grabbed a cupcake, a BLT and some lemonade before I made my way to Union Station to catch my afternoon train home. Lovely weekend and now I have a sandal tan.
I'm a bit bored at the moment, there isn't much to do around the house. Most of my friends are in foreign countries or doing internships in different cities. I'm ridiculously jealous of them all, but I can't really whine too much about my summer. It went well... now I just have to wait two weeks before I get on a plane and head back to uni.
--break in my boredom-- we went to the Tiffany exhibit today. Tiffany is amazingly gorgeous. Enough said.
I may clean tomorrow. The world is ending.
On the other hand, I might just go read a book and perhaps do some cross stitch. Or just read. I was contemplating a puzzle the other day. Perhaps I'll clean enough to clear off a table to put the puzzle on, provided we have one I have done that is 1000+ pieces. The ones under 1000 are just too easy.