monday night drinking club....WTF?!?!

dude, here's the real deal.....i'm a 26 year old child who enjoys day drinking, stage dancing and monday night black outs. this monday night thing is a new thing.....recently discovered that peachtree tavern sells yeagar bombs for $4 on monday night AND they have karokee. sang "sweet child of mine" last monday. before i fell down the stairs leaving the bar, in which i re-opened the wounds on my knees that i got when i ran 3 miles home from the bar while in cleveland last weekend. mondays are no longer the worst day of the week. tuesday is. i HAVE to go home soon.

in case you wanted to know...

two searches that will bring up our blog:

"peed the bed how to dry"

and

"shannon married aubrey"

awesome.

Luckyfest comes to town, craziness ensues

Luckyfest 2006 came and went this past weekend. i'm going to recount the few things i remember from saturday morning/afternoon:

1. we had all our friends over on saturday morning to start drinking at 11 am. NOT a good idea, as it turned out.
2. got to park tavern at 2 pm.
3. blacked out at 3 pm.
4. started remembering things again around 6 pm.
5. carrie fell into many prickly bushes after, well, just standing.
6. one of our friends had to be taken home at 6 pm. she peed my bed that night.
7. everyone became separated at some point, and all went their respective ways by 9 pm. surprised we made it that long.
8. woke up at 4 am with 5 voicemails from said friend telling me she had peed my bed.
9. spent all day yesterday in my bed (sheets washed and feather mattress to the dry cleaners)
10. spent the majority of today trying to piece together what the hell happened to us, and thanking god that festival season 2006 is indeed over.

i need to grow the f up.

Spring Break, part deux

kristen's most recent post has got me thinking about my past spring breaks, and for some reason, even though i've been graduated from college for almost 4 years now, i have never stopped going on spring break. is that weird? here, my account of my spring breaks of the past, Ironically, they have evolved into something more....

1. freshman year - went home. got incredibly drunk with friends who never went off to college, or ones who were still in high school. i was pledging that semester, i hadn't drank of my own free will in over 6 weeks.
2. sophomore year - went home and visited my boyfriend at ohio state. one week later, i found out he cheated on me. spring break has a lot of things to improve.
3. junior year - road tripped it to ft. lauderdale with the dogs. we nicknamed our group of 13 the "roll dogs" sophomore year. we couldn't have been cooler if we tried. the weather was awful. it rained almost every day. however, in one week's time, we manged to drink too much, celebrate 2 21st birthdays, loose purses and all earthly belongings, witness a stabbing, and return to college almost normal. oh, yeah, our friend megan had sex in the pool with a fellow spring breaker. we stayed out of that pool for the rest of the week. if ever at the sheraton on A1A, i recommend not going into the pool.
4. senior year - spring break 2002. we showed people that it was in fact 2002, by holding up our first two fingers as the "2's", while our boobs represented the "0's". flew to south padre island. had a blast. weather sucked again. so bad, that we actually went tanning on spring break. theme song for this spring break was enrique iglesia's "escape." stellar.
5. 1st year out of school - actually, i did nothing this year. felt somewhat normal.
6. 2nd year out of school - def. made up for not doing anything last year. went on 2 spring breaks this year. went to hilton head with some of the dogs (we don't call ourselves that anymore, thank god. just a way to refer who i'm talking about.) dana and i drove there, screaming "woo hoo, spring break 2004" the entire car trip down. got crazier than we did in college. woke up in a twin bed with dana, even though there were empty beds in the house. guess we like to sleep together when we're away from home. week after this debaucherous weekend, spent a week in scottsdale with my family. nice, wholesome family fun. i needed it.
7. 3rd year out of school - went to sarasota with my best friend from high school's family. our brothers, who were seniors in high school at the time, were coincidentally here on spring break. embarrasingly enough, we hung out with my brother, while her's was layed up in the hospital from a spring break mishap. mishap = him getting his ass kicked and my brother and the rest of their friends spending the entire rest of the spring break trying to find the kids who did it. never happened. other than that, not a whole lot of excitement happening in the city with the highest concentration of old people.
8. 4th year out - i actually (thank god) have no plans of a "spring break" typed trip this year. guess i'm growing up after all.

so that's that guys. even though i refer to going on "spring break" the last four years, these trips just accidentally coincided with your normal spring break months. um, who am i trying to kid???

Spring Break 2006, Baby!! Rock On!!

I am officially on Spring Break. My last Spring Break ever. My last Spring Break ever consists of: a) catching up on all the reading that I didn't do throughout the semester; b) outlining to prepare for exams; c) working; d) working on a project for my boss for which he is paying me $500.

This rockin' Spring Break made me recall the Spring Breaks of yore.

College ...

Spring Break 1: went to Daytona (shameful); involved wet T-shirt contests (I was not a contestant, I was a "coach"), bikini dance contests (2nd place, baby!), banana sucking contests (obsever, not participant), dancing on numerous stages, drinking half-gallons of Vodka before we left to the bar, sending one girl to the club before 8:00 p.m. to get in free so she could get a stamp and we could all copy it with magic markers, kissing boys, puking, taking pictures with Daytona Dave, getting in trouble with our sorority when we returned for inappropriate behavior.

Spring Break 2: went to Daytona again (ridiculously shameful); didn't stay at the party hotel, but stayed at Uncle Brian's; took the bus each day to the party hotel; lined up 7 chairs each day on the back side of the pool in order to get maximum tan; repeatedly called the "church sorority" by the DJ because we refused to participate in any contests (see above); went to the movies one night because the weather was bad.

Spring Break 3: worked extra shifts at the Outback.

Spring Break 4: our last undergraduate spring break so we decided to be cultural; got some assigned reading done as I relaxed on the cliffs overlooking the Carribean; cliff-jumping; snorkeling; visiting local scenic sites; doing some, uhh, you know, "things" that you would do in Jamaica.

Law School ...

Spring Break 1: went home to MD in order to spend time with my family.

Spring Break 2: went to La Playa del Carmen, Mexico so we could be far away from those crazy kids in Cancun; shopped for jewelry because of all the lovely silver sold at discounted prices; visited ancient Mayan ruins.

Spring Break 3: (see above)

I am definitely old.

Cohabiting

OK. We should address our long absence from the blog. Umm, I guess the only explanation would be busyness (business?) and/or laziness (lazyness?). [I think the words in paranthesis are the misspelled versions. Damn, the English language must be hard to learn ... you know, we drive on a parkway, but park on a driveway? Sorry, I digress]. Either way, our absence is inexcusable. There are, in fact, THREE of us. We will [try to] get better.

Today's topic will be: moving in together before marriage.

There is a wealth of internet literature on the topic, mostly from Christian-based websites. Each one claims that doing so will cause dire consequences: (1) will not get married; (2) will divorce. To me, those consequences are not so dire. There is obviously a reason you do not get married or divorce, and I'm doubting that "moving in together before marriage" is THE reason.

Hell, if you don't get married, it's probably because you realized you weren't right for that person (or he/she smelled, or you hate him/her, or he/she is a bum, or he/she cheated, or he/she has anger problems). And, if it took moving in together to learn about one of the aforementioned traits of your beloved, then GOOD. Better to learn before you tie the knot.

As for the divorce, I DOUBT the cause is moving in together before marriage. Who gets married and then says: "Aww, man. Wow. We really shouldn't have lived together before we got married. I mean, we really shouldn't have! What a bad idea. Bad, bad idea. I want a divorce." No one says this. People divorce because they no longer make each other happy. Or maybe they never made each other happy but convinced themselves that they did.

I know, I know. I'm sure many of you are saying "perhaps moving in together before marriage caused them to take steps they never should have in order to finish what they started!" Well, you may be right about this. But people who do that are just plain stupid or utterly lack self-esteem. Stupid people and people without self-esteem are predisposed to marrying someone for the wrong reasons, whether or not they move in together before marriage.

Then there are the statistics. You know, "Cohabitating couples are 65% [don't quote me on this - not accurate] more likely to divorce." My very limited knowledge of statistics gleaned from my freshman "elementary statistics" course was more than sufficient for me to realize that those stats are a farce! For example, perhaps those who tend to cohabit have certain personality traits making divorce more likely. Just because cohabitating couples are more likely to divorce does NOT mean that cohabitation was the CAUSE of divorce. Simple logic. Just because A happens before B, doesn't mean A caused B. We cannot always infer a cause-and-effect relationship between contiguous events. Otherwise, we would all be retarded. E.g., "I brushed my teeth right before Hurricane Katrina! I'm never brushing my teeth again!"

Then there's the "why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free" argument. To those who need translation: why marry someone who is already giving it up. Umm, I think it's a pretty safe assumption that those who cohabit were having sex LONG before they even entertained the notion of cohabiting. Furthermore, if you decide to cohabit with someone who has actually thought "Man. I mean, why would I buy this cow? I'm, like, getting the milk for free. Sweeeet. Hehhehheh", then you DESERVE the misery that results from waiting for a ring. The man (or woman) is obviously a complete douchebag and you want to MARRY him (or her).

The only argument with any merit is: there will be nothing to look forward to after the wedding. You have already made a home together and merged your lives completely. Therefore, the wedding will change nothing. My response to that is: who cares? You ironed out the kinks of living together before you made it official, thereby rendering your post-married life more harmonious. Makes you less likely to have the panicked thought of "Oh my god, he is ALWAYS leaving his water glasses everywhere and he never hangs up his towels. He makes me so mad. He must not care about me. What if I made a mistake????!!" To me, going through the various trials and tribulations inevitable in a roommate situation BEFORE saying "I do" is a good thing.

But of course this is just my opinion. There are lots of people out there who believe in the whole no sex before marriage thing. Well, "lots" may be a stretch. But they're out there. If I were one of them (and I may be! this entry bears no meaning on my personal lifestyle choices!), I wouldn't cohabit either. Sleeping together without sleeping together = plain torture (I would imagine, that is).

It's that time of year again

It's OysterFest people. This day brings not only drunken debauchery, but stories that will be told and re-told for all time. It is the most highly anticipated day of the year for many, and one that is never forgetten. Please come back Monday (maybe Tuesday, depending on how hungover we still are) for stories that are sure to brighten the worst of days. Wish us luck, as we begin yet another journey to the other, better side.