Excerpts
Since it probably won't be my antics that keep you entertained this summer, here are some excerpts from emails I received today from my beach house list serve:
House Mom’s call for weekend Rock Star nominations:
Our Rock Stars are the people who went above and beyond the average drinking/hooking up/partying escapades and really set the bar high (or low) for the other house mates to follow.In support of the Serial Pisser’s (SP for short. Great nickname, Anonymous!) nomination as Rock Star:
He was last seen tied to the headboard of the booty room with his boxers gagged in his mouth Monday morning. What a trooper.SP defends himself:
Just to clarify to everyone, I don’t wear boxers, so those must not have been mine stuffed in my mouth.Another housemate chimes in:
I think we need a lost and found box. I went home barefoot on sunday. Also, if anyone comes across my brain, could you
please keep it on ice until weekend 3 unless you want to play wiffle ball with it.
Debauchery for some
I think I may be in over my head. I have returned from some of the most ridiculous three days of partying I have ever witnessed. To be honest, my performance was…well, compared to everyone else, I was downright lame. I was the first to bed every night, didn’t start drinking until 3:30 p.m. on Saturday, and was discovered nestled on my air mattress last night at 10:00 pm reading my book. I was also the only house member who didn’t make it for a mimosa or Bloody Mary Sunday morning – instead, I found a great place that makes delicious wraps and smoothies. I did break my rule for the weekend and did a shot on Friday night. I also ate five pieces of pizza in approximately 24 hours. Seriously good pizza. But a funny thing happened to me that frankly has never happened before. Normally, when confronted with the wonder that is free flowing Miller Lite and drinking games, I don’t shy away. I have always managed to silence that nagging voice urging me to keep things under control. This time was different though. I just couldn’t muster up the energy to fully participate in the debauchery. I turned down offers of Red Bull and Vodka, of *specialty shots*, of invitations to dance (and I use the word “dance” loosely – those providing the invitations really just wanted to grab me inappropriately). I was a shameful shadow of my former party girl self. I was just so overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of it all. I honestly don’t consider myself a *judger* - but if you think that a set of stairs or a fireplace are actually appropriate places to use the bathroom…well, frankly that type of behavior warrants a tad bit of judgment, don’t you think? I think that was the most ridiculous thing that happened. That same guy managed to make out with three different girls in the house. I just don’t see the appeal.
I wonder if my attitude will be the same when I return in a few weeks. I was slightly taken aback by my reticence around strangers. I don’t consider myself truly uptight. But I was a more reserved version of myself this past weekend. A function of my age perhaps? I was by no means the oldest house member. The scene just seemed to not sit well with me. I sunk an awful lot of money into this adventure though so I will be heading back soon. At least it provides good blogging.
But for now, I am going to whip up some tacos and return to the couch for some more
Band of Brothers. I really have simple tastes.
Apologies
Wow. I wonder if I have any loyal readers left. I know how frustrating it can be to check someone's blog routinely for an update, and after a few weeks of no new posts, finally give up. I apologize but I promise I have not abandoned my blog. I started my clerkship two and a half weeks ago and I absolutely love it. I mean, I LOVE IT! I love my co-workers, I love the challenging work assignments, I love the attorneys who call me asking ridiculous questions, I love the office gossip (oh, it is fabulous. definitely more on that soon!), I just love, love, love my new job. I skip through security every morning with a smile on my face. Who looks forward to work that much? I wonder how long this feeling of employment exuberance will last.
But other than the fabulous job, not much else is new. No funny boy drama to share, no whining on my singleness, not even a good clumsy fall down type story to retell. Seriously. Y'all. I got nothing.
This weekend, I head to the beach though in search of fun, sun, relaxation and of course, drinks...due to my stomach's poor performance at the Editrix's wedding, I have avoided alcohol for the past few weeks. A shot of vodka after a solid four hours of drinking bourbon?? Not a good idea. Tonight, I will be picking up Penn State Fan's suit from the drycleaners. I will allow your imaginations to fill in the gaps....
I hope to return from this weekend armed with enthusiasm for my blog again. So, please stay tuned, what few loyal readers I have left!!
