That's a total lie. But it was nice to go out last night before classes and my internship begin and by the weekend all I can do is bunker down with Weber and Durkheim. I went to a friend-of-a-friend's housewarming party, and it was really fun, except for the fact that I forgot that five foot one, 125 pound girls who drink maybe once a month probably can't handle three shots of vodka in five minutes + a vodka and coke + a whisky and coke. Sooo needless to say, while everyone else was socializing and walking around, I was in a bedroom next to the air conditioner struggling to stand up straight. But Maddy and I did have a riveting conversation with freshman with headphones around his neck:
Maddy: Nice headphones
Freshman: Thanks, they're not actually attached to anything.
Maddy (incredulous): Wait, you wore headphones as a necklace?
Freshman: Yeah, I thought it looked cool. I just wore them on the way here pretending to rock out.
Maddy (trying to comprehend): Do you even have an ipod?
Maddy (disgustedly): God, you are such a freshman.
We proceeded to call him Phones for the rest of the night.
And so that was the night. It was fun, even if it did remind me that I have more fun at parties when I can understand what is going on around me. So today I'm taking it easy, resting the foot that I'm afraid I may have irreparably damaged from walking miles in sandals a few days ago, applying to study abroad next semester, and maybe venturing to Sur La Table to buy a cast iron skillet. No kitchen is complete without one.