Where The Heck Have I Been???
It’s Monday, this is the first day I’ve been sober and/or not hung over. It’s a good feeling. So what’s happened in the past week? Let me recap….
Wednesday: Studied, a lot. Discovered I didn’t learn a damn thing about civil procedure this semester. Tried to do a practice exam in a chat room, since we were all too lazy to move our asses from our apartments. Wouldn’t recommend this as a productive studying tool. I am lucky my friends are still talking to me after that incident.
Thursday: Studied s’more, took a test, failed same test. Went to drown my sorrows in a drink. This was accomplished through the good will of my friend who has an apartment in Dupont, so we started drinking there about 7, margaritas, champagne, some quesadillas and fondue. What a better way to start off? I met some cool people that Really Big in Europe knows [RBiE]. Promised I would cook for them. [yes I was drunk, but I will cook for them. I enjoy throwing a good dinner party] Anyways, this little shindig was followed up by a trip to the school sponsored bar night. Yeah, remind me why we go to these things? It was a bunch of people trying to hook up [yes I am talking about you!!] and then a few drunken guys from our class who wanted to make sure that I didn’t hate them and the RBiE doesn’t hate them. Now normally, this would be fine. I am a forgiving person, if not for Friday. [see below] Anyways, so while I was reassuring these morons that I didn’t hate them I was having fun, they seemed to be genuinely interested in making sure that we had no reason to ignore each other in August. We got invited to another party Friday night, sounded interesting, being a good person I agreed to go. I drank for free the entire night, we had fun. Thursday was a good day.
Friday: It was cold, the previously made plans to go shopping in Georgetown turned into lunch at Café Asia to send L off to Bolivia and then some shopping at the mall. I’m pretty sure I didn’t buy anything. I was wishy washy about going to the party we got invited to last night, a. because I didn’t receive an “official” invite and b. I was tired. But I figured it would be rude to say you would go and then just not show up. So I got changed, put some effort into not looking like I really just wanted to go to bed and headed off to the party and hour and a half after it started. Ha… I should’ve taken that nap. I get to the party, I am guest #3. Then a bunch of law school bimbos walk in and I am suddenly stuck in a circle of blondes talking about their classmates, who I don’t know. Of course, all the “gentlemen” I was talking to the night before didn’t say one word to me at this party and sequestered themselves on the balcony, like the little frat boys they are. Why didn’t I make the first move you ask? Well, here’s how I look at it, in my world that lives by the rules of Martha Stewart, when you are the host of a party, you say hello to your guests, make sure they have everything they need and that no one is left out. Apparently these rules do not apply to frat boys. I was confused, since there wasn’t a $5 fee and a plastic cup at the door, I thought that people would actually be social. Silly me.
Friday was rescued by RBiE & the anonymous person who picked the name of this website [btw, you need a better nickname than that, so pick one and let me know] when we went to another school sponsored boozefest. We met up with el Diablo & his fun friend who works at the Capitol, always a good time. We drank, partially for free, talked about how we hate people we go to school with and just chillaxed. And no one looked at me weird when I wanted to go home early [well, at least that I could see].
Saturday: yeah, work. I love work. I love the people that I work with. And I loooove crazy customers, the best are the ones that talk to themselves in a very redneck, hick accent. So of course, since I love work so much, the best way to cap off that day would be more drinking and the Kentucky Derby is the perfect excuse! Yeah, we missed the actual derby, but partaking in the aftermath was interesting enough. Aforementioned frat boys were present, still not a word out of their mouths, but at least the host of this party plays by the rules. He was nice and greeted everyone. I got to talk about Star Wars, eat some pecan pie and drink a lot of vodka tonics. Since the derby party was losing its appeal we went to meet up with RBiE’s friends in Adams Morgan, got lost on the way to the bar [I was NOT in charge of directions], found out where the zoo was while we we’re lost, finally found the bar, discovered I drank too much before we got there and once again, went home early. [yes, I am old] But, I would like to say that RBiE’s friend and her friend are fun, and I promise next time I will not drink before we go out and therefore will be more coherent and not whining about getting a cab the entire time we’re out. But I do promise to remain critical of 50 somethings wearing shirts that are only appropriate for 16 year olds to wear.
Sunday: Ok no drinking on Sunday, only some more work, even more fun involved, since I was pretty hung over. It’s a bad sign when you just decide to walk around without your glasses since they are giving you a headache and no matter how many lattes you drink you still can’t wake up. Some grocery shopping, a guilt laden phone call to mom, happy mother’s day, then some people came over to watch great Sunday night TV. Yeah for Family Guy. I approve.
That brings us to today, we finally found an apartment, hopefully. Went to lunch at a whorish hamburger joint to send some people on their way home, went shopping in Old Town, I love the Gap Outlet, I don’t love the walking involved. Next time I am being lazy and driving. Also, I am a moron, I have a Banana Republic gift card that I’ve had since Xmas, bought some stuff today at Banana Republic. Did I use the gift card that was sitting in my purse? Nope. Hope RBiE won’t mind a re-gifted gift card for her B-Day.
All in all, I have to say it was a fun time. I’ve learned a few lessons, like don’t waste my time, frat boys are only good for free drinks and cab rides, not for life long friends. I also learned that I have high expectations, which could be good or bad. And I learned that I have great friends! Yeah, we’re done with school and now we can have some fun! [although temporarily free fun, since going out this weekend has busted the bank and the paychecks haven’t started rolling in from work yet!]
Wednesday: Studied, a lot. Discovered I didn’t learn a damn thing about civil procedure this semester. Tried to do a practice exam in a chat room, since we were all too lazy to move our asses from our apartments. Wouldn’t recommend this as a productive studying tool. I am lucky my friends are still talking to me after that incident.
Thursday: Studied s’more, took a test, failed same test. Went to drown my sorrows in a drink. This was accomplished through the good will of my friend who has an apartment in Dupont, so we started drinking there about 7, margaritas, champagne, some quesadillas and fondue. What a better way to start off? I met some cool people that Really Big in Europe knows [RBiE]. Promised I would cook for them. [yes I was drunk, but I will cook for them. I enjoy throwing a good dinner party] Anyways, this little shindig was followed up by a trip to the school sponsored bar night. Yeah, remind me why we go to these things? It was a bunch of people trying to hook up [yes I am talking about you!!] and then a few drunken guys from our class who wanted to make sure that I didn’t hate them and the RBiE doesn’t hate them. Now normally, this would be fine. I am a forgiving person, if not for Friday. [see below] Anyways, so while I was reassuring these morons that I didn’t hate them I was having fun, they seemed to be genuinely interested in making sure that we had no reason to ignore each other in August. We got invited to another party Friday night, sounded interesting, being a good person I agreed to go. I drank for free the entire night, we had fun. Thursday was a good day.
Friday: It was cold, the previously made plans to go shopping in Georgetown turned into lunch at Café Asia to send L off to Bolivia and then some shopping at the mall. I’m pretty sure I didn’t buy anything. I was wishy washy about going to the party we got invited to last night, a. because I didn’t receive an “official” invite and b. I was tired. But I figured it would be rude to say you would go and then just not show up. So I got changed, put some effort into not looking like I really just wanted to go to bed and headed off to the party and hour and a half after it started. Ha… I should’ve taken that nap. I get to the party, I am guest #3. Then a bunch of law school bimbos walk in and I am suddenly stuck in a circle of blondes talking about their classmates, who I don’t know. Of course, all the “gentlemen” I was talking to the night before didn’t say one word to me at this party and sequestered themselves on the balcony, like the little frat boys they are. Why didn’t I make the first move you ask? Well, here’s how I look at it, in my world that lives by the rules of Martha Stewart, when you are the host of a party, you say hello to your guests, make sure they have everything they need and that no one is left out. Apparently these rules do not apply to frat boys. I was confused, since there wasn’t a $5 fee and a plastic cup at the door, I thought that people would actually be social. Silly me.
Friday was rescued by RBiE & the anonymous person who picked the name of this website [btw, you need a better nickname than that, so pick one and let me know] when we went to another school sponsored boozefest. We met up with el Diablo & his fun friend who works at the Capitol, always a good time. We drank, partially for free, talked about how we hate people we go to school with and just chillaxed. And no one looked at me weird when I wanted to go home early [well, at least that I could see].
Saturday: yeah, work. I love work. I love the people that I work with. And I loooove crazy customers, the best are the ones that talk to themselves in a very redneck, hick accent. So of course, since I love work so much, the best way to cap off that day would be more drinking and the Kentucky Derby is the perfect excuse! Yeah, we missed the actual derby, but partaking in the aftermath was interesting enough. Aforementioned frat boys were present, still not a word out of their mouths, but at least the host of this party plays by the rules. He was nice and greeted everyone. I got to talk about Star Wars, eat some pecan pie and drink a lot of vodka tonics. Since the derby party was losing its appeal we went to meet up with RBiE’s friends in Adams Morgan, got lost on the way to the bar [I was NOT in charge of directions], found out where the zoo was while we we’re lost, finally found the bar, discovered I drank too much before we got there and once again, went home early. [yes, I am old] But, I would like to say that RBiE’s friend and her friend are fun, and I promise next time I will not drink before we go out and therefore will be more coherent and not whining about getting a cab the entire time we’re out. But I do promise to remain critical of 50 somethings wearing shirts that are only appropriate for 16 year olds to wear.
Sunday: Ok no drinking on Sunday, only some more work, even more fun involved, since I was pretty hung over. It’s a bad sign when you just decide to walk around without your glasses since they are giving you a headache and no matter how many lattes you drink you still can’t wake up. Some grocery shopping, a guilt laden phone call to mom, happy mother’s day, then some people came over to watch great Sunday night TV. Yeah for Family Guy. I approve.
That brings us to today, we finally found an apartment, hopefully. Went to lunch at a whorish hamburger joint to send some people on their way home, went shopping in Old Town, I love the Gap Outlet, I don’t love the walking involved. Next time I am being lazy and driving. Also, I am a moron, I have a Banana Republic gift card that I’ve had since Xmas, bought some stuff today at Banana Republic. Did I use the gift card that was sitting in my purse? Nope. Hope RBiE won’t mind a re-gifted gift card for her B-Day.
All in all, I have to say it was a fun time. I’ve learned a few lessons, like don’t waste my time, frat boys are only good for free drinks and cab rides, not for life long friends. I also learned that I have high expectations, which could be good or bad. And I learned that I have great friends! Yeah, we’re done with school and now we can have some fun! [although temporarily free fun, since going out this weekend has busted the bank and the paychecks haven’t started rolling in from work yet!]
posted by Daughter of Shylock at 8:31 PM
1 Comments:
The events of the last few days were hazy..thanks for clearing them up. I can sleep better now.
It's not my fault we got lost in Adam's Morgan...there are two bridges! Someone should really clarify when they tell you to cross the bridge.
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