I just threw a party for the first time in a while and it was fun and successful and I'm happy. It was our housewarming party and our what-is-turning-out-to-be-awkward-roommate didn't come and didn't inform any of us that he wasn't coming. It was strange. But other than that there were a lot of people there and it was a good time and, since most of them were Columbia grad students, none of our shit got broken or stolen, so that's always a plus. I got drunker than most people, but I think I hid it pretty well except for when I was being a bit too open with one of my roommates, but I think it was fine because we're actually becoming friends. I wish I had a more interesting story to tell about this, but I started writing this and now I can't stop. There has been a mosquito in my room for the past few nights, which I find particularly unfair because I don't have a window. Also, it's way too late in the year for mosquitos. Also, fuck all of you Five Guys talk from way earlier in the thread. Shake Shack is where it's at.
What the shit, this adult working world stuff sucks. It doesn't matter what I do the night before, I can't sleep past 8 anymore. I was up at 6:30 this morning. All the burger talk earlier in the thread reminded me of my favorite burger place. I don't think any of you idiots live in St. Louis, but if you are ever there, go to Carl's Drive-In in Brentwood. Get a double cheeseburger with grilled onions and whatever else you like, and a large mug of the root beer they make in house. I miss you Carl's. Spoiler Unassuming, I know, but absolutely delicious.
Home made pancakes and I brewed up a gallon of sweet tea. Yeah boy! Best friend is in town too. This weekend's gonna be a blast!!
My house made the paper this morning. Apparently we have a house that is: I don't even know what half of that stuff means, but it makes owning a 120 year old money pit kind of worth it. Shut up. My Mom thinks I'm cool.
Does New Orleans have a ton of rules to follow if you want to have an officially "historical" house? I know Mobile does. There is a historical district downtown with some really awesome houses, but if you drive off the main streets a block or two, some of them are in sad states. There are a ton of rules to follow about colors, materials, and stuff like that and I don't think some people can afford it.
It might be the wine hangover, but the phrase "Chinese Chippendale-style railings" made me giggle for two solid minutes.
After rocking out in the cab, and my driver telling me he loved me - I came home and polished off half a bottle of limoncello. My heart hurts. At least I convinced my husband to take me for congee at lunch.
So I may have mentioned in the last drunk thread (not that any of you remember) that some girl I sent a few facebook messages back and forth with several years ago because her parents wanted me to give her advice on getting into pharmacy school suddenly struck me up on facebook chat, asking about where I'll be working and when I'm moving to Ottawa (she works at the same hospital apparently) and sends me her phone number and asks me to text her when I move. Today she sends me another message asking me when I'm moving and how long I'm moving there for. I fear she's husband hunting.
Hey, you never know which one of those kids is gonna be a tough rapper next. If past history is any indication, my money is on the smiling white girl in the kicky denim jacket. #drizzy