ENOUGH WITH THE RAIN ALREADY.
Ok, let’s make this fast and linktacular. Friday, I went to lunch with Chele, one of my favorite people ever, I met some 3day girls in the government center and had a fundraising brainstorming-session, and became completely obsessed with Dodgeball. In the evening, Team Awesome convened at Sean’s house for white rapper movie night (that’s Eminem’s ass from 8 Mile, which of course you should already know). Sean drove Miguel and scared the hell out of me because I was pretty sure we were going to flip over and possibly burst into flames. We drank miracle miles, Kaye made superawesome calzones, Ben handed out his unborn fetus trading cards (collect all 7!), we sang Ice Ice Baby, watched Sumi and Riley fall in love, and then later we played Super Mario 3 on the biggest TV I’ve ever seen. I’m not very good at that game anymore, but it’s been quite a while since my stoner days. I’m alright with that. Chloe slept on my phone, so I didn’t hear my alarm Saturday morning, and woke up at 10. I ran around cleaning and then had the hottest trip to Target ever, which I won’t do you the courtesy of explaining, but damn. Then I saw a gigantic 800-car pileup on I94, complete with flames and car bits, and I regret not having a picture for the purposes of internet rubbernecking. Also, ever since then, I can’t stop thinking about CHiPs. I went with Matt and Julia to Pizza Nea to meet Lauren, who was in town from Chicago. Due to Lauren’s complete awesomeness, it’s extremely unfortunate that she doesn’t live here. We had dinner, then went to The Local for various people’s graduation parties, which to us just equaled whiskey. Lauren and I hung out in the makeout room, just because we could. We then all caravaned (while speculating on the possibility of hosting a bottom-shelf liquor party in a party bus, which I think is probably the best idea ever), up to Suzi’s, but finding it alarmingly crowded and tableless, we went to Grumpy’s instead. Because of the magic that is Dodgeball, we met up with Bill and Katie, who were nearby at that Yacht Club I really want to go to just because of the name. I decided it was Lauren’s birthday; green shots were had in celebration, and that was a seriously bad idea. Within an hour of meeting her, I declared that Katie was another one of my new favorite people ever. Round about one-something, we decided to partake in karaoke-adventures at the Otter; it ended up being me and Matt and Bill and Katie, who were lucky enough to get to drive our drunk asses home later as well. The Otter is somewhat of a blur, I admit. We danced, even though no one else did. Matt sang. Katie stood on a chair. I was in the men’s room washing my hands, talking to a dude who was peeing in the urinal next to me. Clearly, it was awesome. I managed to not be in pain the next morning, due to Kaye’s well-remembered advice about drinking the three glasses of water before bed. Stephanie and I walked five miles, then went to see Poseidon, which is probably the worst movie of the year, but at least it’s laughable-bad. In the eveningtide, I was extremely happy to have had my tentative-plans fall through, because I spent a good hour just laying crosswise on my bed, fending off the assault of cats who are obviously turned on by stomping and laying on me every time I stop moving. Which is why I usually don’t. And now it is time for evening-plans, which include such excitement as: THE LAUNDROMAT! THE GYM! AND….. HOLY CRAP, TRADER JOE’S, BECAUSE IT OPENS TODAY! Hey, sun! Jenni