Over the past month, I have unknowingly decided to start enjoying my weekends as though I was an 18 year old, with unending amounts of energy and unlimited funds to spend.
None of this is true, so I should probably stop living this way. About every four months or so, I figure that I've earned the right to live this hard.
I haven't.
And I'm rather tired.
So. Just stop encouraging me, please.
(All my older friends get offended when I say I'm not young anymore, but I'm not as young as I used to be. And things are starting to catch up with me! I'm MID TWENTIES NOW PEOPLE! Let me grieve!)
Friday was our friend Caroline's 21st Birthday.
Naturally, she wanted to spend it in the casino.
She sat down at a PENNY slot machine. Spun once. Nothing. Spun a second time. Ding Ding Ding We Have A Winner!! $500.00 on her second spin ever.
She's going to have a very lucky year, I feel.
The night proceeded on to Pat O's, so Caroline could enjoy her first Hurricane, then we went over to Boondock where shots could be had. By that time it was about 3AM, and like any good drunk, we got hungry. So we WALKED back to the casino. And thoroughly enjoyed us some Harrah's Breakfast Buffet.
My favorite buffet in the whole city. Yum!
Saturday I got to enjoy a LSU victory while watching the game in a house full of UGA fans. Priceless.
Then continued the evening at Southern Rep for Beatles Rock Band playing.
Ah. So, so, so much fun.
I made a new friend, and singing partner in Mr. Drew Battles. He was impressed with my singing while drumming skills. After that we basically duo-ed on every song till we ran out of things to sing. He's got some pipes, I must say. He can wail in that falsetto of his.
And, again, with the staying out till 3AM.
Not needed.
Which takes me to Sunday, where I'm exhausted, from lack of sleep and too much cheering of the Saints! 4-0! SUPERBOWL! Whoo!
Just so tired at Damn Yankees the other night. The only thing that kept me awake was the constant laughing at the fact that AJ has directed the one Asian boy in our cast to speak in a completely ridiculous, slightly offensive, stereotypical Asian accent. And they ran the scene about 20 times because everyone couldn't stop laughing. It was amazing.
Ah, racism. It's even funnier when you're singing.
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As lovely as Martha's Vineyard was, I must say I am horribly disappointed to have missed the opportunity to play Beatles Rock Band with yourself and Mr. Battles. Damn.
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