Last was night girls night. It was supposed to be Katie's "I Quit" party, but she cancelled due to rain so instead Kat and I and a couple of Kat's friends went bar hopping in Narberth. It was between there and Manayunk, but we didn't want to trudge uphill in a flood so Narbreth it was. Also Narberth has a laxer dress policy than Manayunk. It's been a while since I've been out with just girls and it was much more fun than that the last time. I forgot how fun girls can be when there are no guys with us, also how ridiculous girls can be. I almost ran over a bunny on my way out. Bunnies are the best. They remind me of the Cadbury bunny and Easter baskets so seeing the bunny made me incredibly happy and then later after I had beer in me I remembered how happy the bunny made me that I had to tell a bunch of people. I'm sure they all thought I was insane since it was 12:30am when that happened. The first bar we were at was okay. There was a group of guys in their mid-thirties rapping. They knew every single word to every song which would have been incredibly funny if they weren't so ridiculous about it. The guys were also playing their ipod at top volume and we couldn't hear a words anyone said so once we finished our drinks we moved on to the next bar. The next place was better: a little quieter and with more people. The people there were more interesting too. While we were drinking a wedding party showed up and Kat recognized one of the members. She also recognized that person going home with someone that wasn't their spouse. Poor Kat, last night was a night of surprises for her. It took her almost an hour to realize that the prepubescent looking ginger boy was really a girl even after we tried to convince her. That was great, three girls and a guy with a Bieber cut came into the bar and the girls all started groping each other trying to go home with one another. They kept stepping outside and coming back in. We noticed that one girl kept leading the other two on and eventually the other two caught on and that quickly escalated to a girl fight. The guys in the bar were glued to it. So funny. By the time we left we still couldn't figure out who was with whom but the super flirty girl was now hanging off Bieber and Kat was super confused. So funny. We ordered food at the bar and I was really glad that I had eaten before I went out because I didn't consume nearly a fraction of the usual amount of bar food that I do. So proud of myself! I also couldn't finish my second drink and by then I was super tired so I left a little later. But before I left I got all nostalgic. Being with a bunch of seniors in denial of graduation will do that to you. I kept texting Marg about the time she got terrorized on the shuttle by an upperclassmen first night of freshman year. The memory still haunts her. So awesome. I got in a little after 2am. Birds were singing and I wanted to to throw my shoe at them, but I was too tired and I didn't know where to aim. I set my alarm for 1pm. I figured I would take advantage of a nice Sunday sleep in, I woke up at 8:30am and couldn't fall back asleep. Lame.
I've had a strong craving for sushi lately and not the gross supermarket kind. I want to go out and get a couple of rolls with friends but none of my friends like sushi and won't go out with me. Gah! So lame. None of my friends will go see Your Highness or Arthur with me. I'm going to have to load up my Longchamp with foodies and go see them by myself. That's sort of fun. One of my friends is supposedly going shopping at the outlets today. I want him to scope everything out for me and see what there is. Plus I want to see what he gets for himself. He's so stylish, I wish he were a tiny gay man I could keep in my sock drawer and could pull out whenever I needed to put on real clothes. He could tell me what works and what doesn't. That would be fun.
I've had a strong craving for sushi lately and not the gross supermarket kind. I want to go out and get a couple of rolls with friends but none of my friends like sushi and won't go out with me. Gah! So lame. None of my friends will go see Your Highness or Arthur with me. I'm going to have to load up my Longchamp with foodies and go see them by myself. That's sort of fun. One of my friends is supposedly going shopping at the outlets today. I want him to scope everything out for me and see what there is. Plus I want to see what he gets for himself. He's so stylish, I wish he were a tiny gay man I could keep in my sock drawer and could pull out whenever I needed to put on real clothes. He could tell me what works and what doesn't. That would be fun.