Partying At “The Dome”

the weekend was interesting.  i saw a lot of people i was use to seeing every saturday night at college.  i also saw a few people i wanted to avoid, but failed miserably at.  i tried to just sit there and ignore certain creepers, but apparently i had an inviting look on my face that said “come closer, and put your arm around me.”

the best thing about alumni weekend was experiencing “the dome.”  what a fitting name for an off-campus house, because as dane cook says, ”if you come there you know what the fuck’s up.”  the named dome room is actually the dj booth, the real magical room is the one behind that.  it was like being at a rave: fog machine on overload, lasers, black lights, and loud music.  but the dance floor didn’t really pick up till “i’m on a boat” came on…

shortly after a guy approaches mia madison, “will you dance with my friend he has down syndrome?”  that’s when she got scared, because he was actually something worse: a blacked out lacrosse player.  why weren’t all college parties like this?

I Feel The Adrenaline Moving Through My Veins

in one month it’s just me, mia madison, and britney.  mia once said she could talk in britney lyrics in everyday speech, so for the concert how could we not do it?  and i guess we started practicing early because with alumni weekend looming, it got me and mia madison reminiscing…

 

miamadison: wat about george?

avav: remember how him and my ex roommate kept hooking up even after they found out they were related?

miamadison: hahaha yes. gross.

 

a guy like you should wear a warning…it’s dangerous

 

miamadison: did we ever have a crush on drunk joe?  thats wat betty sue told me. she said we had the “biggest crush on him”

miamadison: i dont believe it.

avav: yeah we did, we thought he was so cute. you don’t remember? we use to get nervous when he would walk into a room

miamadison: hahaha…gross.

 

i get the tingle i wanna mingle, that’s what i want

 

avav: we need to pick out our outfits too.  we have to look good so we don’t have to “dream about all the things that never were.”

miamadison: we should do manicures too. u gotta look good, head to toe

avav: i want to paint mine black or dark purple

miamadison: “french fingertips…something red lips…BITCH IS DANGEROUS”

 

should be a fun weekend. 

 

references were made to britney’s “circus,” “toxic,” “radar,” ”out from under,” and “lace and leather.”

He’s Just Not That Into Me

if guys avoid valentines day like the plague how did i end up with plans? 

well it’s not a date in my eyes, but my friends might think so.  the doctor and i are going to a movie.  he asked if we should do dinner before, but that felt inappropriate in a strange way, so i declined.  is it me or does this just seem odd?

like i said most men will do anything to get out of any sort of valentines day plans.  betty c’s boyfriend is going to hunting to avoid the holiday.  i view that as normal.  getting valentines card from my mom is all i ever want.

but in the end the doctor’s a friend and we’re going to see “he’s just not that into you.”  it reminds me of a time when i was on a date and saw the movie “just friends.”  i think the movie titles say it all.

Interview Me! Interview Me!

i once said that line over and over again in hopes of getting on tv while at patriots training camp, but it didn’t work.  instead i embarrassed my cousin and she told me hush.  well my dream has finally come true.  lemmonex sent me five questions, here is her initial post.

1. What do you miss most about RI?
i miss the mall, federal hill, and thayer street. the mall has nordstroms and even better, nordstrom cafe. if you haven’t eaten there, eat there…you’ll thank me.  federal hill has the best italian food and it makes me feel like the mob still exists. there’s something about that mystery that pulls me in. thayer street carries so many memories. the most embarrassing being the time me and mia madison went to starbucks because we heard our professor went there. hey he was cute, but there was always something not quite right with him.

2. What is your favorite candy?
gummies hands down. swedish fish, sour patch kids, gummy worms/bears, jelly beans, etc.

3. What do you get out of blogging?
i started blogging a year and a half ago. i had to do it for a class, but once it was over i realized how much i liked it and started that’s my prerogative.  i convinced my brother aka dc hero to start one, who had been talking over and over about if it was too much of a loser thing to do with jack the blogging bartender.  i think we’ve all gone in separate directions.  for me, mine is like an open diary: some personal thoughts, moments, and memories.  i would love to be the real life version of carrie bradshaw, and just put all my feeling out there for everyone to read.

4. Name an article of clothing that makes you feel sexy.
i could state the obvious high heels or jeans, but for me it’s all about the hair.  my hair is naturally curly, but it’s rare to actually see it like that. i have the best flat iron known to man. lots of my friends are convinced it should be illegal because it gets to temperatures that aren’t necessarily safe. but in the right hands, it works like magic. if you have a bad hair day, you might as well stay home.  but if it’s good, it’s great.

5. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
seems like an addiction to me…he’s going to chuck as long as there’s wood to chuck or he gets into dr drew’s rehab.
 

If you’d like to play along, just follow these instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Facebook Friend?

it happens to everyone, you get a random facebook friend request.  but why does it happen?  i just got a request from a guy and i’m not even sure if he really exists.  he lists his birthday: “march 10″…no year.  the only picture is the one for his profile.  all of his 39 friends are girls; no mutual friends.  and he’s from bloomfield, ct.  i have no idea who this guy is.  why does he think i will accept him?  and why does he want to be my friend?  i tried “asking zandar” but he kept saying “try again later,” so if someone else can solve this mystery you’ll be my new wizard friend.

This Ain’t A Fairy Tale

the title is a reference to the taylor swift song “white horse” check it out

like we’ve seen parents are funny, but whats funnier is parents when they were our age. last week i went out to dinner with a friend and her family. her mom was regaling me with stories of her and her husband when they first started dating.

when a woman starts dating a guy theres two things that run through her head: is he my prince charming? or is he a psycho killer? most of us take the appropriate steps to figure out which he is, and if he’s neither we don’t hang on for too long. instead of him picking her up at her house (which would obviously be the wrong way to go), she had him pick her up at her aunt’s house. but the most shocking thing, was he did the same thing! he had her drop him off on the side of the road with no house in sight! way to be alert.

one night after they had being seeing each other for a while they went out with their friends separately, but it happened to be the same bar. the problem: she was playing hard to get. so she walked past him, and didn’t acknowledge him….gutsy. but he didn’t let it slide. what do you think would happen if you did that? why he or she call you out? i think i’d get ripped to shreds.

Hell to Heaven

i just had the best weekend i’ve had in a while, but it didn’t start off that way.  i was on the bus ride from hell.  i already had reservations about the bus ride from past experience, but i put those emotions aside when i saw how cheap it was. 

my friend, the prance kitten, and i stood in line for the bus for a good 30 minutes, after 25 minutes of waiting we decided we should get some food for the ride.  then right as she was looking at our options, the bus started boarding…no food for us.  normally i can last 4 hours without food, but i didn’t eat anything since lunch which was 5 hours before.  then we sat in seats with zero leg room.  my legs aren’t long, but they need space to be free.  and if that wasn’t enough the heat was easily set to 90 degrees.  we were sitting in pools of our own sweat…it wasn’t pretty. 

we decided our only options was to take off all the clothes we could while still looki being covered up and just keep talking to keep food off our minds.  it was torture to see the people in front of us pull out sandwiches followed by numerous snacks.  if i had an escape i would have taken something and ran, but i was stuck.  eventually we got there and ordered indian food, streched our legs, and got really cold in the 10 degree weather…it was great.

i think god felt bad, and decided to help me out the next day.  prance kitten and i went to the gym for a dance class.  i spotted my first nyc celeb, david duchovny…appartently the dance teacher has been trying to get him to take the class for weeks.  i was already excited for the dance class for just being dance, but it got better when i heard the first notes….kill the lights.  if dancing to britney wasn’t good enough the 80 year old woman next to me, made me love it even more.  she goes 3 times a week, and really knew how to break it down.

great memories were made, and those were just the first 24 hours.

Memories I’ll Never Lose

Every man’s memory is his private literature.  ~Aldous Huxley

you learn the most about someone through their posessions. you can tell the most about me from two boxes that i keep in my closet. inside you’ll find things like ticket stubs, play bills, and airline tickets. but you’ll also find some real gems.

a game of mash.  i played with a waiter at my job. since i couldn’t think of any crushes he made the guy selections for me, and put his name in all five slots. i’m just saying…that wouldn’t be horrible.

my first license. i refused to give it to my sister, so instead i gave her my first (and only) fake id. it might say she’s 29 but it’s not expired. it doesn’t expire till 2025.

extra swarovski crystals from a pair of 7 jeans that i bought on the side of nyc street. just $40…what a bargain. i’m pretty sure they are real.

a business card from a former boss who i had the biggest crush on. and for the record he’s five years older than me.

a picture of a friend making out with a guy in a dark private room. i didn’t take it, but i made sure i got a copy. she always swore she’d get me back…hasn’t happened yet.

the milf code. a little something i wrote up with my friends to make sure we stay on the right track in terms of staying fit and looking hot for life. i’d share a few lines, but i think my friends would kill me.

everything i mentioned is from the last four years of my life.  so here’s to hoping another boy won’t give me a beaker as a gift of adoration.  this weekend i’m off to nyc to make more memories i’ll never lose.

Devil’s Radio

“gossip is the devil’s radio” ~ George Harrison

the weather’s hasn’t kept me holed up inside.  last night i had dinner with the doctor.  i’ve become his personal dating counsultant (pdc), it’s unpaid position but with economy being as it is, i took it.  most people would probably get bored after 20 minutes but i loved all 120 minutes of it…that’s why i’m the only one who gets 98% of the story.

gossip and stories in general put a smile on my face, so if you want to share i’d love to hear it.  i’m also good at keeping secrets despite what you might have heard, you just have to outline what is off limits to repeat.  but right now i don’t have much to contribute from my own life.

doctor: so what have you been up to?

me: well today i made some candy, and did some laundry…really i’m just keeping up on my tool set.

doctor: *shakes head*

sweet child o’mine

the other day i was looking through my college year book for the first time.  do you ever notice how a lot of the same people are in all of the pictures?  i know me and my friends submitted some, but we got nil.  my picture didn’t look so good either.  after i got a look at the shots i remember i avoided submitting one to the yearbook, i figured i would look better as a question mark or whatever they do in yearbooks when there is no picture.  so i wasn’t so happy to see it there, but one thing did cheer me up.

every school has a section dedicated for messages from parents to their graduates.  i remember my mom talking it over with my aunt, they both said they would save the money and just tell us in person.  either way you do it, so wrote nice notes of encouragement and congratulation.  but one took the cake: a full 2 page ad dedication.  the student was a kid i had a few classes with so i spent a few good minutes laughing.  it was cute…but i felt his pain.  some things are better left private.

despite that awkwardness, it reminded me what it’s like to be a kid, and how i want to be one forever.  what’s not to like?  everything is taken care of for you while you get to play all day and get all excited for things like santa, birthday party gift bags, trolls, and finding waldo.  those were the days.  here’s going back to being a child for the next week!