Dear body, I am so sorry for denying you the sleep you had so obviously needed after the previous week chock full of debauchery. I will tend better to your needs after graduation. Promise. xoSJ
I love showing off Athens to out-of-towners. It's impossible to not have an amazing time in this outrageous city that I love to call home. Charlie flew in to hotlanta last week, and made his way to Athens on Wednesday. And what better way to welcome him than a rousing game of Edward 40-hands?? None other. obvi. Thursday morning consisted of enduring two and a half painful hours of class, and then sweet, sweet freedom. Well, almost. Between the hours of 6 and 10 I submitted to my scheduled slave labor duties, and then came sweet, sweet freedom. Smel, Charlie, Baby Kerry, Zack, and I took the streets of dt by storm. We had Greg and Mal Pal in tow, but parted ways after Mal Pal had a little lie down on the floor of east-west. Ohhh Mal Pal. After east-west we headed over to boar's head, where I made new friends. I was just loving life on Thursday night. I drank everything I could get my hands on. I started with tequila, seeing as it was tequila thursday after all, then had fletch make me my delicious pink lemonade at jr's then an amaretto sour, champagne, and whatever my friends bought me at boar's head.. shoop! I woke up on Friday morning with red wine stains on my sheets and crumbs stabbing every square inch of my skin. Apparently I poured myself a goblet of wine and insisted that everyone drink my wine and eat pokey sticks in my bed. I do vaguely remember peeling strips of pokeys from the box and flailing them around while everyone else was eating, but other than that no recollection. Thursday night = great success.
I didn't quite make it to class on Friday morning, but I did make it to Mama's Boy for the legends' Friday ritual. Had a revelation that blew my mind about being blackout drunk, but will spare Holly Wolly from hearing it once again since I spent the majority of the weekend talking about it.. oops. After chili, we headed back to 1979 and watched Adventureland. I ate an entire bag of grapes and made outlandish claims about never wanting to eat a grape again (I stole a few grapes from baby kerry this morning). After Adventureland, there was no time left to anxiously anticipate the arrival of our guests from chucktown because they had already arrived! Holly Berry and Vicky Torie pulled up to 1979 ridin dirrrrty. Actually just ridin with no ac, which is a lot more badass than riding around with drugs and such if you ask me. We wasted no time, cracking open beers and preparing a stir fry feast. We prettied ourselves up, then headed dt for round 2. Hollis was wearing this dress that I MUST MUST borrow when I come to visit Charleston.. just a head's up.. Fastforward to dancing on tables at bourbon, when we decided it was high time to head home. We got back, and laughed our asses off for the better part of the evening. I woke up on Saturday and my abs were legitimately sore. Victoria enlightened us on how to moon-walk, and how to fly DEE-tee, and how the ceiling is made of cheese... LLAP.
Saturday: Game Day.
scratch that.
Saturday: Monsoon Day.
1979 failed to make it to Sanford Stadium, and instead retreated back to the house to celebrate baby kerry's acceptance into the college of education!! woop woop! It was an excellent decision, if I do say so myself. Instead of getting pelted by obnoxiously large rain drops, we stayed warm and toasty and ordered in delicious pizza. Effing papa johns nearly ruined my night, but then the pizza finally arrived and all was right in the world again. The rest of the night consisted of sprinting into the house from the back porch in fear of our lives (thereby burning all carbs that were consumed earlier in the night), brainstorming elephant names: tandor turk, discussing deep things like being blackout, kerry and hollis swapping indian tribe info, and smel and i sketching off to ptfo. Appro-pro, seeing as we had to be up to work from 11-11 on sunday. ughhhh.
BEST! WEEK! EVER!
I am cocaine. Kerry is adderall. Smel is shrooms. Charlie is heroin. HEROIN!
Perez keeps trying to make "amazeballs" happen, and I want Regina George to tell him that amazeballs. is. never. going. to. happen.
Luckily, I have my very own 1979-version of Regina George (baby kerry). I also have a Ms. Norbury (smel) and a Janice (hollis/victoria). Charlie is aaron samuels, but we are lacking a Cady, a Karen, and a Damien. Any takers?
ta for now lovers.
