It Is Friday, Right?

Fridays are supposed to be a good days. I can wear jeans, the weekend is rapidly approaching (and Michael is off!) and everyone is more relaxed. Like most nine to fivers, I appreciate Fridays. But so far, today hasn't been all that great.

Someone cut the line at Starbucks. I was waiting patiently for my soy chai latte, standing third in line during the early morning rush. All of the sudden this woman came barreling through the doors, walked right up to the counter and slapped down a list. Anyone who knows me would tell you that usually, this would not fly. I would be the first person to call this woman out and remind her that there are people waiting in line. That were here BEFORE her. I went to elementary school. I know what happens to cutters. Cutters go to the back of the line.

But today I just didn't have it in me. I was too tired to make a scene in the busy Starbucks. So I let it go. No one else said anything, but there was some definite eye rolling.

All was basically forgotten with the first sip of my chai, until I walked into my building. Skunked. Again. Do you know how disgusting it is to work with the smell of skunk permeating your nostrils all day? Awful.

Which brings me to now. I'm hoping that lunch with coworkers will turn the day around. I'm also looking forward to dinner out in Newport tonight with Michael and another couple. This is huge because all of our couple friends? Are having babies. And that means very few get togethers. And when there are get togethers talk centers around, you guessed, the baby.

Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy for these friends. But the thought of a glass of wine and Thai food with a recently married, baby-free couple is looking really good right now.

Flashback

I head the song "Free Falling" on my way into work today and it reminded me of a post I had written before this blog existed...


I was driving home from work yesterday with my iPod on shuffle when Tom Petty's "Free Falling" came on. I was suddenly transported back to senior year of college.

Scene: It's the last night of Greek Week. We're at a highlighter social in someone's beach house. Music is pumping, black lights are glowing and everyone is dancing. Scrawled across my back is the requisite "Moelle" as well as numerous suggestive adjectives written on every other conceivable area of my wife beater.

Elle and I are dancing on a futon. Below us is a sea of Greek life, including uninvited girls from another sorority. We try to ignore the obvious tension caused by their presence, but it mixes in the air with the cigarette smoke.

We've been shaking and shimmying for a good hour, our drinks occasionally splashing over the sides of our red Solo cups as our feet slip in between the cushion and the planks of the futon. We're sweaty, tipsy and having fun.

As the bass fades away from the last song, the first strains of "Free Falling" begin. The crowd cheers. It's an old favorite. Elle and I grab each others hands and start to sing and sway. I look down and see the crowd swaying in unison. Hands are in the air and everyone is singing at the top of their lungs.

At the base of the futon is a girl from the other sorority. Shes singing along and looks up and catches our eyes. A mutual understanding passes between us and her. We can all get along. What the hell? We grab her hands and start singing together. She whips out a highlighter and writes "[her sorority]+ ZETA" on my torso. I scribbled "Free Falling" on her back. You're ok? I'm ok. We're ok.

In between the music and my pink-punch haze I realize that this is the perfect ending to the perfect week to the perfect year.

Elle and I hug. We both know this is symbolic of the end of an era. In a few weeks we will graduate and leave college behind.

But for now, we'll just keep on dancing.

Weekend Recap

Preparing for my lunch with Sass was much like getting ready for a first date. I changed my outfit three times. I made sure my hair and makeup looked good, but not like I was trying so hard. I was nervous, but I was excited.

And I was late.

I, always irritatingly compulsively early, was late. But with good reason. I got stuck behind and old woman at the ATM that I swear had never used one before. Eleven minutes we sat there (ELEVEN!) while she punched at the screen and hit cancel over and over and over again. It was to the point where I wanted to get out of the car and be like, lady, seriously.

By the time I made it up to Providence I was a good 15 minutes late. Maybe 20. Is torture for me to be late. I'm surprised I wasn't twitching.

I met Sass at the Cheesecake Factory and it didn't really feel all that weird. I had a really good time and I hope we meet up again. And by the way, her ring is stunning in real life.

Sunday we woke up to a HYPER dog. He usually has a "play date" of sorts twice a week with a german shepard, but Michael's friend was away for the weekend so they didn't meet up. This made a serious impact of the dog. Every time the phone would ring he would run to the door and look at you expectantly. Like, "Dad, let's go see my friend, Dad. Dad? Dad? Friend!"

We took him for a walk on the bike path, which turned into a jog. Running along side of him seemed to be the only way to keep him from stopping to sniff (and pee on) everything. While I don't especially enjoy running in the cold (hurts my ears and throat) it did feel pretty exhilarating.

Afterwards I took a ride to the local book store and spent $50 (man, I need a library card) on new books. And proceeded to spend eight wonderful hours reading through one and starting another. Eight glorious hours.

And now it's back to work. And the thermometer said 10 degrees this morning.

FUN.

Friday Ramblings

On Friday's I usually wear jeans to work. But not jeans jeans. I reserve my cute Ann Taylor denim trouser pants for Fridays. But today I decided to wear regular jeans. And I feel weird. Under-dressed despite my cashmere sweater and non-snow (I know) boots.

It seems like people really check out on Fridays. The office atmosphere is more relaxed, people step away from their desks. Keyboards are suspiciously quieter. My already mellow boss finds new things in the office drum on with his drumsticks. Quite often there's an invitation for lunch, an excuse to take a walk or an extended phone call. The promise of the weekend, two glorious days off, is no longer days away.

And tomorrow I'm meeting Sass for lunch! I'm excited, but nervous too. Will she like me? Will I like her? Are we both really the people we portray in our blogs? I have a feeling that once we get passed the initial this-feels-like-a-first-date jitters, it's going to be a really good time.

I just hope no more freaky snow comes out of nowhere. A slight dusting, they said. Slight dusting my ass. Southern Rhode Island got clobbered, which meant people on the road drove. very. very. slow. It was pretty, though. And watching the dog prance and jump and run laps around the yard was very cute.

Weekend, I'm ready for you.

Randomness...or Sneakers and Speakers*

This week is the first full week I've worked since Christmas. It's been so tough to get up early five days in a row. I mean, God. The agony.

I left 15 minutes early today because I was up! And ready! So why not?(!) Apparently leaving 15 minutes early means you will encounter 10 times as many asshats on the road. Lesson learned: no more leaving early.

I went out last night for my mid-week martinis with Jen. We ran into some people she went to high school with, including a guy I worked with briefly at a coffee shop in college. He didn't recognize me. I guess I'm just that memorable.

*During the conversation he mentioned that earlier in the day he had bought sneakers and speakers. I just liked the way it sounds.

Also in that group of people was a guy that apparently applied for my job. Obviously, he did not get it. Because I did. Awkward...

And towards the end of the evening a group of people erupted in applause because a couple got engaged in the bar. My thoughts alternated between "They just got engaged in the bar!" to "They just got engaged in the bar?" Well, OK. Thoughts? Let's be honest here. That was said out loud. Blame it on the two martinis.

While getting ready to run the dishwasher this morning I happened to stop and read the label.

On the front: New! So effective, no need to prewash!

On the back: For best results fill both regular and prewash compartments.

Huh.

And finally, it's National De-Lurking Week! I know you're out there, I check my stats. You're all over the world! So stop by and say Hi. Love me? Let me know. Hate me? Let me know that, too. I can take it. And all those loyal readers that have never commented (cough, JEN) here's your chance.

2007

Happy 2007! Ignoring the fact that the entire left side of my face was stuffed up and phlegm was collecting in my lungs for days, (mmm, nice) this weekend was great. Boobeski showed up on Saturday and we headed out for a day of shopping with Jen.

Sunday started with more shopping (I bought shoes. Surprised? I'm allowed...it was birthday weekend,) followed by a birthday dinner with us and Michael. Then in typical girly fashion, we took almost two hours to get ready to go out. Poor Michael was bombarded with estrogen and makeup and hair products until he retreated to the couch to watch some television.

My friend Margaret and her boyfriend showed up just in time to go out and we all headed to a local bar. The rest of the night was so much fun...good drinks, good company and a ton of hilarious pictures.

I said goodbye to 2006 with a champagne toast and the sweetest kiss from the man I love. (Saaaaaappy! Yeah, yeah. I know.) It was a wonderful birthday.

Now it's back to work after 10 days of vacation. Of course it's a very short week because my family is coming tomorrow night. So I can't really complain.

I got a few phone calls and a couple of hand-grabs from various people asking "Where's the ring?" In the back of my mind I had hoped it would happen by my birthday, until Michael and I talked about it on the way home from NY. He didn't want me to get my hopes up for a New Year's surprise because he knows me and he knows that if it didn't happen I wouldn't be able to hide my disappointment. So he told me flat out. Not this week.

I was bummed for a little bit until I realized that it's too predictable anyway. He's always saying he knows I want to be surprised so why would he do it when I was expecting it? And he asked me to show him what kind of rings I like...which I did. Immediately. So I'm taking that as a good sign.

So no, I was not disappointed that I didn't ring in 2007 with something sparkly on my hand. Because 2006 was a really great year. And I think 2007 is going to be even better.

(Snuggling at the bar? What can I say...he smells really good.)

Oh Yes It's Ladies' Night

My town has the cutest main street. Lots of little shops and restaurants and it's all decorated with pretty Christmas lights. And tonight they did the most genius thing. They had a Ladies' Night, complete with sales, hors d'oeuvres and free wine at every store. That's right...FREE WINE! Which I happily helped myself to.

Jen and I made the rounds, sampling this cookie and that wine and browsing the stores full of jewelry, gifts and art. I've never seen Main St. so crowded before. This idea definitely worked and I can only hope they do it again every year. It didn't hurt that despite it being the last day of November, it's 60 degrees out.

I did make a purchase...for myself. Even though I thought I might find some cute gifts. But hey, it's Ladies' Night. And I'm a lady...a slightly tipsy lady buzzing on free wine. And I deserve a present.

So Happy Holidays to me!

I Don't Even Want To Look At Turkey

This long weekend was so nice. I spent time with my family, ate lots and lots and lots of food, visited with Dani California and almost completed all my Christmas shopping. It was great.

Getting to NY, however, was not so nice. A trip that should have taken me two hours from work took FOUR. I even left early to prevent getting stuck. But no. I should have known. I-84 is pure hell. I sat in stand-still traffic for almost two hours until I couldn't take it anymore. After getting alternate directions from my mom I got off the highway, drove 10 minutes...and got stuck behind an accident. At this point my blood was boiling. I was tired, I was hungry and my butt hurt from sitting so long. I said, the hell with it, I was two exits away from where I needed to be. I'd just get back on the highway and deal with it.

So that's what I did. And wouldn't you know that not five minutes later the traffic broke and I was on my way. The cause of the traffic? NOTHING!!!! No accident, no exit, no merge. Nothing. I hate I-84.

As for shopping, I got gifts for Michael's mother, the children she's fostering, my aunt and gifts for Michael to give to people. I even got something for me. I've wanted a reed diffuser forever but couldn't find one. I thought it would be so nice for my desk at work. And this weekend Pier 1 was having a big sale and had them! Yay! And I bought new pillows for the couch because I am oh so domestic.

All and all a great weekend. And it was so nice to come home to Michael and the big dog yesterday. Kodiak nearly knocked me over with kisses when I came in the door. So cute! And Michael was full of I love you's and hugs and kisses and I know he missed me.

And now that Thanksgiving is over it is officially time for Christmas music, candles in the windows and a wreath on the door.

I love the holidays.

So I Guess This Is Growing Up

It was really nice to have Boobeski come visit. The minute she walked in the door it was like we were right back at 38 BP. After catching up we immediately started reminiscing about the beginning of our friendship. There were a lot of "I can't believe I did that" moments followed by lots of laughter. How is it possible that we've been friends for almost six years?

As promised, the evening included good food and good drinks with Michael and his friend from work. The four of us laughed and talked (I'd like to say late into the evening...but it wasn't really that late. We were tired...we work now!) and had a really nice time.

The next day we went shopping. And while I didn't buy any shoes, (I know, I'm shocked too) I left with a nice assortment of...work clothes.

Work clothes? What's happening to me? When did deciding what to wear to work become more important than finding a cute top to go with those great jeans? When did I start putting the fabulous coat back on the hanger because I should really use that money for Christmas presents? How did professionalism, practicalism and fiscal savviness creep into my life without me knowing it? And why is it showing its ugly face while I'm shopping?!

Sure, I'm not old. My boss will read this and say, "you're so 23." But to me, this is change.

Last night I took a late night run to CVS. Late night errands always remind me of college...Wendy's, Dunkin', Cumberland Farms...and I was feeling nostalgic for my friends.

I went in and headed for the sign marked Hosiery. I inwardly groaned as I walked down the aisle. Hosiery. Hosiery? Hosiery! I haven't worn stockings since, I don't know, middle school? OK, maybe not that long ago but I really couldn't remember the last time. I don't wear stockings. Grown ups wear stockings. I am not a grown up.

But despite what Glamour says, I cannot get away with bare legs all winter at work. I'm fair skinned. We're talking super-light. Bare legs + winter = legs look like a cadaver. Let's not even go there. Plus, I'm always cold. If I want to continue to wear adorable skirts and dresses, stockings must make an appearance.

So there I am, standing in front of rows and rows of various colors of hosiery and completely stumped. What do I buy? What is the difference between Off Black, Soft Black and Black Mist? It look me 15 minutes to pick out two pairs. Fifteen minutes. Seriously.

So here I am, pondering where my adolescence went and wearing my stockings and crossing my fingers that I don't put a run in them.

I can totally see a quarter-life crisis in my future.

Friday Ramblings

I am so ready for the weekend. It's been one of those weeks where I feel so disconnected from myself...like I'm functioning and going about my daily business but not really here. Does that make any sense? No? I guess a simpler way to say it is I feel really out of it.

Aside from the fact that I have a ton to do this afternoon and no real time to do it and I still haven't cleaned the house even though Boobeski is coming tonight, I think it will be a good weekend.

And despite the small fortune I spent on my hair last night, the weekend will be filled with good company, good food, good drink and outlet shopping. Discounted shoes? YES.

And my hair? I can't stop touching it. Because it's so soft and smells like deliciously expensive hair products that I won't buy for myself.

And this post? Are you bored out of your skull from reading it?

Workin' It (At Work...Not On The Streets)

I came into work early because I have to leave early today. Do you know how strange an office is a half hour before everyone comes in? It's eerily quiet...no computers running, no printers going, no yelling from room to room. (What, people don't yell in your office?)

I kind of enjoyed the quiet. Not so much that I would want to work in a quiet office, though. Because my office has character. And chocolate. And hardwood floors. And....chocolate.

So today has the potential to be a pretty good day. I'm having lunch with a friend, the intern might not wear her overly strong perfume (fingers crossed) and it won't be completely dark out when I leave. Not like last night when Rt. 1 was a freaking death trap. And later this evening is my much needed hair appointment (roots=bad) which was delayed a week because of the dinner. I love the tag line for SunSilk. "Get hairapy." So true.

In exciting news that has nothing to do with me? Daily Editor might be getting engaged soon!!!! So excited for you, girlie. You know there's a bunch of us green with envy right now. Her boy basically confirmed he is ring shopping. (Or has ring-shopped already!) Yay!

And shout-out to the male reader who felt neglected when I thanked all the ladies. Thanks for reading, man. How about a little male perspective?

In other news, Boobeski is coming to visit tomorrow. Which means massive amounts of house cleaning tonight. Damn you, Boobs.

(It will be interesting to see how many people end up here through a Google search of "damn boobs." Ha!)

Happy Halloween!

In honor of Halloween, I thought I'd share a little bit of my Halloween history. For your viewing pleasure, a look back at me and Dani...because it's just too funny!

Here we are as a witch and a.....I don't know if we ever figured out exactly what Dani was. A weird, Halloween thing. Actually, a few years later we both went as a weird Halloween thing. But she pioneered it this year.

As usual, all you can see in this picture is my huge mouth and non-existent eyes. And no, the hair is not real. Although after ringing the doorbell at one house some woman started stroking my head and asking if the hair was mine!







Here we are as Dionne and Amber from Clueless. This photo was taken exactly 10 years ago today. Don't you just love the tan colored stockings? What you can't see is the super trendy clear plastic platform Jellies we were wearing. What I remember most vividly from that night was stepping into a giant puddle and having wet and steamy plastic Jellies for the rest of the night. Ewww.

Haha, oh man. Miss you Dani!

Happy Halloween!

Recap

Well, the weekend was fantastic. The food was delicious (mmmm lobster), the drinks were wonderful (ahhhh sangria), and the company was better than I could have asked for. But what I realized is that I'm not 21 anymore. Apparently 23 is old because it's Monday morning and I already need a nap! A non-stop weekend is so much fun, but it really takes a toll on you.

Anyway, some highlights:

MoElle was reunited. My face hurt all weekend from laughing.

Ashley was there! And she lives in my town! So there will be more Ashley! Yay

A non-highlight? How about our dinner Saturday night. 45 minutes to get our meals. And our waitress? The one with pigtail braids and and knee high tights? She was SITTING IN THE KITCHEN DOING NOTHING. Hi, I could see you, Pipi. And when we finally asked the manager about it? "Well, the grill is backed up."

Oh. The grill. Is backed up. OK?

The rest of Saturday was great. Dancing, dancing, dancing! But people, I have to tell you, that

THIS:



Quite possibly the scariest thing I have ever seen. That's right, she has climbed him like a ladder. He is trying not to fall over. I wish I could sure you how she was molesting the floor (numerous times during the night) and other patrons of the bar, but this is not that kind of website

And now some rules for all the men that frequent these establishments:

1. We do not want your business all up in our business. Your crotch is not welcome near our fronts, our backs or our sides. In fact, your crotch in not welcome in a 10-foot radius around us.

2. When you enter said radius with said crotch and attempt to bump and grind on my friend, I will grab her and start dancing with her elsewhere. This is not an invitation for you to join. This is especially not an invitation for you to aim your crotch at me. WE DO NOT LIKE YOUR CROTCH.

3. Pinching my butt when I am taking a picture is not OK. I do not know you. I do not want to know you. My butt is not for you to pinch. You are banished to outside the radius as well.

Learn these rules and a woman might actually dance with you!

So all in all, a great weekend. Too much money was spent, not enough sleep was had, and it was fantastic.

I can't wait to do it again.

Yaaay!!!

Today is a fabulous day because it marks the start of what is going to be a fabulous weekend! It's homecoming at the ol' alma matter. I have no intention of going to the game, but what a great excuse for a gathering of the alumni and current ladies of Zeta Epsilon Tau Alpha! I am so freaking excited.

But most of all....the best part? ELLE IS COMING TODAY!!!! (That's right, as in one-half of the infamous MoElle.)We've been talking about it all week. We're slightly obsessed with each other.

And the other good part? The Brian is coming into town! Two of my favorite people in one weekend? This is just too good to be true.

For your viewing pleasure, a look at the hotness that is Moelle and The Brian (and Boobeski!!! Miss you Boobs!)


We were being soap opera stars. Couldn't you tell? Of course Elle is a skinny-minny now (even though I think she looks tres cute in that picture) and I no longer have all that hair.

Here we are looking all cute again the end of senior year. I love us.

See you Monday!

Dani California

You know that friend? The one you've never had a fight with. The one you spent countless hours with as a kid playing "teenagers" or recording a radio show. The one that was Stacey from the Babysitters Club (because you were Claudia) and whose mom always had a plate of carrot and celery sticks with ranch dressing.

The friend that introduced you to Ace Ventura, Hot Shots! Part Deux, Clueless and of course, the Babysitter's Club Movie.

The friend who you used walk with to the A&P to buy a can of icing, two cokes and a jumbo Hershey bar. The friend you would sit next to watching Full House as you stuffed your face with said goodies.

The friend who you would pool your change with, then go get slices of pizza, not realizing until years later that you would totally short-change the waitress.

The friend you would go tick-or-treating with, then attempt to play poker and use your candy as chips. Even though you would just share everything anyway.

The friend you would play Hudson Valley-Opoly with at 2 a.m. until you got yelled at by her parents for laughing too loudly.

The friend you sat next to on the couch and made a pact that even though her parents said they had to move, you would plant your butt firmly on the floor and tell potential buyers that there were mice in the house.

I have that friend. She's one of my best friends, even though I don't get to see her as much as I'd like to. The friend that never judged, never said mean words and always made me laugh.

That friend is getting ready to embark on a new and exciting part of her life. Moving all the way across the country. I'm going to miss her like crazy.

Here's to you, Dani California.

I love you!

The Story of 38 BP

It's a long one.....

When I look back at college there are three women that will always define a huge part of who I am. Our house, 38 BP, was the setting for New Years Eve parties, Food Network marathons, yummy dinners, heart-to-hearts, some good crying fests and of course, lots of laughs. Even though we have all gone our separate ways, the connection to each of them is forever.

Each of these women deserve their own introduction. In order of how we met:

KTP*: My roommate freshman year. We spoke on the phone about two weeks before moving into the dorm and hit it off immediately. She was quirky and friendly and we were both kind of in the same boat with our high school boyfriends. She was a native Rhode Islander and promised to teach this New Yorker all about the little Ocean State.

For reasons that escape me now, she wasn't going to be able to move in the first day. I went out that night and had the typical freshman-first-night frat party experience. When I stumbled back to my room at 2 a.m. I was surprised to see KTP unpacking! Turns out she could come (late) after all. I think I mumbled something about how this was not the best first introduction and fell into bed.
Our friendship was solidified later that week. It was a lazy Sunday morning. I came back from breakfast and got back in bed. KTP was watching a show on the discovery channel about the U.S. Mint. After about 10 minutes I said, "This is really cool." "Oh, thank god!" she exclaimed. "I thought you would think I was weird!" We were good friends since that day.

Boobeski: She lived down the hall from me and KTP. She didn't really love her roommate. I think we had a very intense conversation (because you know, all drunken conversations are really intense) while sitting on the hallway floor one weekend. The friendship didn't solidify until a night that we will just call the Goldshlager Night. Boobeski took good care of me and made sure I made it to bed safely. After that night we started eating meals together and just generally hanging out. The friendship grew really quickly and before I knew it we were pretty much attached at the hip.
We spent many nights hanging out, watching tv, drinking...oh the drinking.... (there was a lot of that freshman year) and making Wendy's runs. I even spent a couple Easters at her house in MA. She taught me the joys of comfy sweatpants. I taught her the joys of eyeliner. Oh, and the nickname? She has gigantic boobs. And they are fantastic.

Elle: My freshman year I joined the Student Entertainment Committee (SEC). Elle was a general member and I remember seeing her at a few events. As a matter of fact, the one time I really remember her being there I thought she was really annoying! We didn't become friends until our sophomore year. We were on the same exec committee on SEC. We bonded over how miserable we were in our current living situations. I was in a triple where I didn't feel wanted, she was living off campus with the roommate from hell. We went to a party together. I got sick. She took care of me and let me sleep over. We found out the room next door to mine was going to be open the second semester. What a perfect idea to move in together! So we did. Then we went to another party at the same house. She got sick. I took care of her.
It wasn't until the first real week sharing a room together than we realized how obsessed we were with each other. She is crazy, in the most wonderful sense of the word. Whether she was dancing around the room in HUGE pink sweatpants (Ham!) or throwing candy hearts at me, or if we're watching "The Sweetest Thing" again, we were always having fun. We even made a combination of our names that other people referred to us as. MoElle. We love us. I am also proud to say that this girl is not only my friend, she is my sister. Zeta Epsilon Tau Alpha. Heart.

I miss you ladies. <3

I told you it was a long one!

*Nicknames

Thanks!

I just read my email and had comments from people. People I don't know!

That means people are reading the blog and I'm really happy about that.

So thank you, people I dont know.

You made my day.

Changes

There is a very good possibility that in the next few weeks Jen will be moving 25 minutes away. I know that 25 minutes isn't very far, but what's getting to me is that things will inevitably change.

I am so used to living 3 minutes apart and there's something really comforting about dropping by her house whenever, helping myself to something in the fridge and reading a magazine before taking a nap on her couch. Her family is my Rhode Island family.

So while I really am happy for her to move out of her house and get an apartment, I can't help feeling sad. It was hard enough having all my friends leave after college. I didn't want to go through that again.

And yes, I'm being a tad dramatic because as Jen says I'm just getting that RI mentality that 25 minutes is far away. But it is far when you factor in the above.

I know we will still go out drinking, judge karaoke contests, shop at Marshalls, go for walks and stay just as close friends as we are now. It just won't be as frequent.

And that makes me sad.

We've all been there

I thought this was funny so I'm going to share it with you. Comments included.

WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH

1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.
Or our wallets, phones, etc.

2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling "whoo-hoo" is truly the sexiest dance move around.
I believe there is photographic proof of this at my initiation social. *Cringe*

3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe we could do it too.
That girl that looked at you the wrong way in the bathroom? She's a bitch and you could totally take her.

4.In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago.
This is probably the most accurate on the whole list. You know you want to believe the mirror is lying!

5.We start crying and telling everyone we see that we love them soooooo much.
No I love you so much!

6. We get extremely excited and jumy up and down every time a new song plays because "Oh my god! I love this song!"
Happens every time at karaoke night. Every. Time.

7. We've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to us.
Or in mine and Jen's case, we decide if karaoke Gary really lives in his mother's basement.

8. We yell at the bartender, who we believe cheated us by giving us just lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the gin.
Haha Jen, I'm sorry! This is totally you. "There's no Captain in my diet!" I taste it. "Um, Jen...."

9. We think we are in bed, but out pillow feels strangely like the kitchen floor (or the mop?)
Or the bathroom floor. (38 BP) The cold tiles just felt good!

10.We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.
Never happened to me, but hovering over the toilet is tough.

11.We take our shoes off because we believe it's their fault that we're having problems walking straight.
Right. And you take them off in the middle of a dive bar with people walking all around you and wonder at the end of the night why your feet are so dirty and bruised.

The customer is always right. Right?

Jen and I decided to take advantage of this beautiful day and walk into town to explore Main Street. Yes, I've lived down the road for over a year and she's lived in the area her whole life. We just like to take our time, ok?

We checked out all the antique shops, jewelry and clothing stores and the got ambitious and decided to walk the bike path. Armed with our yummy fruit smoothies and decked out in our (almost matching!) cute outfits, we headed down the path for a relaxing walk. We ended up walking to the next village and checking out the vintage clothing shop.

As soon as we walked into the cluttered room I was cornered by the owner wearing a turquoise vintage (read: tacky) dress.

"You know, ordinarily that wouldn't be allowed in the store," she said, eyeing my smoothie with disdain.

I apologized and offered to put it outside, which she agreed to with a sneer. I didn't see any sign saying no food or drink, but I didn't want to be rude.

We dug through the rows full of mostly crap and wove our way around the cluttered floor. Jen found a beautiful sari that she could use as a bed throw and asked the woman how much it was.

"I'll give it to you for forty," she said rudely. "But it's really worth three times that." No other sari was marked nearly that much, but apparently this one was special.

As we finished our browsing another shopper told the owner that the dress she had tried on was nice, but didn't fit her in the skirt.

Hello," the owner sneered. "It's a full skirt!"

The girl politely put down her things and left.

The store wasn't even that nice. You would think that the woman would be at least polite to the customers to make up for it!

I don't think I'll be going back.