Who Knew?

Who knew I'd be consuming many more beverages of choice after college than before??? Maybe growing up isn't so bad after all.

The most intelligent people alive

So, after my first goth experience last night (I'm not going to write anything off without first trying it!), I was in my most intelligent state: d-r-u-n-k. I guess my friend's neighbor was too. So, of course, we had one of the most intelligent conversations I've had in a while. We talked about non-profits, the corporate world, threw in a little spirituality, and topped the whole night off with economics. Damn, why doesn't everyone have conversations like this all the time?

It makes me wonder: why do I seem to have these conversations drunk? I really need to start to actually remember details, since the future of something I love is at stake. Wait, I do remember something really important: guys need to start sewing...you know who you are! Fucking do it up!

And that's my randomness for the day. Check me Sunday, when this stressful weekend of people pleasing is over...

I didn't know it was Friday until I left the office

So, I know its Monday, but on Friday, I didn't know it was Friday, until I stepped my little feet outside the big office doors. I was on my way out with some kick ass co-workers for a couple drinks after work. A couple drinks turned into 4...and I ended up with a slight hangover the next morning...but that's where the weekend gets interesting...

I'm definatly not an early riser, but at 10am, I got a phone call from this crazy lady from OZ, demanding my presence at an early St. Patty's day parade. I was kind of disappointed in the parade, just because of the sheer fact that they didn't throw candy...but the bar afterwords was STELLAR! Car bombs (the drink, you idiot) were in full force...mmmm...chocolaty...as was the dancing. I was witness to some of the best dancing I've ever seen in my life. But, let me expand a bit here:

There were 3 amazing looking, kick-ass dudes, dancing their hearts out like i've only seen in music videos. They were doing their thing, rockin' out like outkast, and, if I can remember correctly, to outkast, and all of a sudden, 3 ladies came up and ruined the big show. So, here's my beef: I'm not against bumpin' and grindin', but I'd like to think that it can be saved for sometime that's not in the middle of the awesome music video that's being produced right in front of my eyes, and being enjoyed by many, many spectators in the bar. So ladies, make sure your hump victim is not in the middle of the dancing performance of his lifetime when you decide to dance your humps right up on him...ok, beef over, the story continues...

By the time I made it to my friend's 7 story walk-up, I was pleanty in the bag. After a couple of beers, and a couple of songs shouted at the top of my lungs with some friends that I've not seen in a long while, T and I had some awesome conversation...just my way to end a fucking awesome night: Politics, booze, and questioning minds...life doesn't get hardly any better.

Sunday isn't even good enough to mention, except that I owe amanda my life in gas money and shopping time. I wish I could have back those hours spent in search of the perfect dresser for the perfect price...something tells me it wouldn't be a problem if the second qualification was non-existant...but then again, every-day life wouldn't be near as challenging....hmm, something to ponder...a world w/o money...