Has this week been sickening long for anyone else? I can’t even remember what I did on Monday and I certainly thought Tuesday or Wednesday should have been Friday. Which made surviving through Tuesday, Wednesday and even Thursday maddening! I tried keeping my nights busy and exciting and for the most part accomplished that goal.
Last night I was at a bar called Black Bear, which any one who lives in my area has certainly heard of. I become most unoriginal in choosing to places to go out – I always cede defeat and go to a place that I’ve been to a million times before. I was there with a few friends drinking beers and watching my 13th ranked team get schooled by 3rd seeded Virgina Tech. I guess being a f-ing awesome quarterback runs in the family. (I wonder what Mrs. Vick thinks of before she goes to bed nightly… "My boys are wonderful quarterbacks, aweful citizens but boy can they throw the pigskin.")
I certainly didn’t realize how buzzed I was until the song "Apache" came on. This is a song that gained popularity from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air and was also a "theme song" to my summer as an orientation leader at BC. So naturally I felt it my duty to perform the dance for my friends, however innapropriate the enviornment was. Once that song touches your ears it’s hard to stop thrusting that pelvic…
On a completely different topic, I did a little quiz on what city I would be best suited for and these are my results:
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men – could life get any better?
Rome! I’m a Rome girl. It does describe me pefrectly because while I LOVE LOVE LOVE New York, I do not really want to live there. I just like being a part of the big city. It’s so exciting and new and busy and rude and unscripted and smelly and unique and well the best fucking city in the world.