sundry weekend items

So, I braved up and went to another party Saturday night. It was at TKE, and it was pretty good. 'Twas retro-themed, so they actually threw in maybe half a dozen decent songs 'mongst the gangsta rap and stripper music. I had fun dancing, though the constant spillage of alcohol made it rather perilous, not only for the well-being of my attire but also for my ankles, as the dance floor became increasingly slippery. I do wish they'd make a rule about having drinks on the dance floor; I mean, I don't know how many times I got splashed with somebody's beer. I was getting a little ticked after awhile. At one point, they had this little raised stage in the middle of the floor that people were dancing on, and I found myself right next to it, and this guy was dancing on it, holding his beer right above my head, and with every move he made he sloshed some out of the cup and onto me. So I turned around, grabbed ahold of his arm, and turned him around, so he'd quit. I'm not sure if he even noticed, to be quite honest, but it made me feel better. And as the night wore on, the crowd got bigger, the people got drunker, and the likelihood of being trampled and/or crushed rose rather quickly. So I didn't stay too very late. I got kissed on the cheek by a self-proclaimed "really drunk" guy though; that was interesting. For being really drunk, he was very coherent, and quite gentlemanly.

So yeah, that was my Saturday night. Then Sunday I did laundry and cloistered myself in my room surfing back and forth between the Law & Order: SVU Season 7 Marathon and a couple football games. The Packers lost and the Bears won, and of course, the one game I really cared about, Colts v. Titans, wasn't on TV but I kept checking scores, and they did win, as we all knew they would. 5-0 baby!

And today, you know what I got in the mail? A letter from good ol' C'bury! And guess what they wanted---that's right, money! (honestly, do they ever want anything else?) So I had fun reading that and tossing it in the trash.

And now, I'm off to study for my Spanish midterm---oh, the supreme, unbridled joy. I simply cannot contain my ecstasy.