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It was one of those beautiful packed weekends where there's no free breathing time available for yourself, the movement is continuous, the activities are wonderfully entertaining, and the friends are everywhere.
Thursday: pretended to play tennis with Laura, ate dinner at TGIF's, went to saran wrap someone's car for practice.
Friday: Saran wrapped Meghan's car shut with Laura and Carolyn as well as threw toilet paper all over it. We also painted Connor's car.
tell me this isnt' beautiful.
and this is just abuse.
Evening Friday: had Lauren W and Mike picked me up to head out to Connor's, we say hi, almost ran each other over in excitement. Watched Dawn of The Dead, and Ferris Bueller's day off before we headed out to the couches for the usual midnight talks we have.
As we lay on each other, searching for spots of comfort within the boundless portions of our comforters we covered everything from religion to relationships to past history.
I'm so happy Lauren finally got to meet the boys. It's about time.
Time was nonexistant that night. There was a point Lauren and I did ask each other if we should just spend the night and have breakfast, much to Mr. Walter's chagrin.
Our decision was solved as we heard someone heading down the stairs. Mrs. Lynch walked over to my couch, eyes half open, looking extremely groggy as she told us we were a mite bit loud. She then told us politely to get the hell out of her house, "It's four O'clock, it's late" and made sure mike was OK to drive.
At home, after talking about boys for about an hour, Lauren and I decided to crash at five fifteen.
Saturday: Suntanned on my roof, almost rolled off it, and after working on the commission Tyler picked me up for Georgetown at 6.
I think Gtown should be named the dating capitol of the country.
Saturday was the most alive I've ever seen Gtown. Choked with preppy college boys, and good-looking multinational young men all of whom seemed to speak spanish, elegant 25 year-old girlfriends going to dinner and polished older men in suits walking around with cigars hanging from their mouths talking to their friends. It was beautiful, everyone was friendly and everything was active.
We hit a tattoo parlor, smash!, saw the exorcist stairs, dropped by dean and deluca, lacoste, ralph lauren, sephora's, walked around aimlessly to see where to eat and then ate dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant. A German man told us "you vill vait for thity minutes befour getting service! don't stay here!" We were seated in ten minutes.
Great food. Great service. I got some use out of my fake ID and ordered myself a creamy mudslide. Tyler asked me formally to prom, and I thought he was going to start blushing after I said yes.
After dinner we walked to the harbor, looked at the fountain for awhile, and then I showed him why I loved Sequoia's so much.
He saw the trees covered in christmas lights overlooking the harbor and stopped walking.
"we have to go here for prom" he said.
At my doorstep we kissed, acknowledged what a great night we had, and here I am. Lazy as a bum, hungry like a mofo.
I can't wait til the summertime.