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I've had such a random weekend. I know I use that word a lot to describe my nights but I guess I end up doing a lot of spur of the moment, random things. I was working on Wednesday and I was in a bit of a sour mood because I had contacted The Boy and hadn't heard back from him. Will I ever stop making dumb choices? I met 2 guys from San Francisco but was quite rude due to my mood and my hatred for all men (ha, dramatic aren't I?). Anyway, they turned out to be loads of fun and I shared my stories of the terrible time I had when I last visited SF. I ended up drinking with them for 8 hours and playing ping pong and shuffle board at a bar on Christopher and Broadway (can't remember the name).

Friday night, I went to Pianos with my roommate and had a blast dancing with her girlfriends.



I've never had a bad time at Pianos. I could do without the guys who lurk around behind you on the dance floor and wait for the moment that you're not paying attention to try to slip an arm around your waist. Ew. The SF guys were around the corner at Fat Baby so I stopped by there with my roommate. I'm in trouble whenever there's Grey Goose bottle service. I don't have limits! But I did have to work early the following day so I pried my claws off my glass and feet off the dance floor and headed home. (Not without an argument with TA first. Do I even have the energy to talk about him anymore?)



(You know it's a fun night when you wake up and your inner wrist looks like this).

Saturday morning, after a 4 hour nap, I worked a Soccer Without Borders event (what a great cause!) for the USA v England World Cup game. A room full of hot men drinking for charity. Is that my heaven or what?  I was divided for the game but I felt my loyalties were with England. Yes, I got a lot of abuse for this. What a sad outcome. A tie is a loss for me. I just wanted to give Robert Green a hug.



I got home at 8PM and wanted to squeeze in a nap but my roommates invited me out to the bohemian beer garden in Astoria. I have gotten a lot of flack for living in Astoria for 8 months and never having been there so I couldn't turn down the invite. It was a gorgeous night and would you believe I had TWO beers! We stopped by Aftons on our way home and of course, I'm such a talker, ended up getting into a 2 hour conversation with 2 random guys. I finally went home after I think one guy gave the other guy the "oh my god get me out of here" signal. haha. I was so exhausted I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I could barely get out of bed on Sunday. I watched some more World Cup (next time, Australia) and ate and napped.

World Cup, World Cup! It would be porn for women if they played without their shirts. Mmm. (Annie Lebowitz images via Vanity Fair).





My roommates got me out of bed with pizza and we watched a marathon of True Blood. (I still think the show is super weird but boxed sets are so addicting). What an awesome weekend.