I have a big last blast planned.
On Thursday I'll be embarking on a W. 6th St. bar crawl with a couple of my favorite girlfriends. We are going to tackle some serious 20s debauchery. And we're dressing in our finest sparkly tops and black pants for the occasion.
Things might get a little crazy, but trust me when I say that I will NOT be riding the mechanical bull at Tequila Ranch. You gotta draw the line somewhere.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
5 days to 30: eat out on your parents' dime
The best days in college were when your parents, or your roommates' parents, or some friends' relatives came to visit. Because that meant that you got to go out to DINNER! To the nice place in town, Damon's. If you were really lucky, there was also a trip to Kroger and Wal-Mart thrown in there for groceries and extra rubbermaid containers.
Then you'd kiss the old people goodbye and hit the town for the night. Because back then, going to dinner was what you did BEFORE you showered, got dressed, pregamed, then went out. Now, going to dinner at 7 p.m. IS going out.
On Sunday we went out with my big crazy family to celebrate a multitude of life events: my upcoming 30th, my little sister's recent 21st, and my other sister's wedding anniversary. Of course, we did not pass go, we did not collect $200, we went straight to my family's favorite restaurant, Maggiano's.
Per usual, I gorged myself on my faves - chopped salad and fried zucchini - while my mom gave a speech between each course to commemorate each event. The best was when we all went around the table to share our favorite moment from my sister's wedding the year before. Yep, I meant it when I said we were crazy.
Anywho, even though the hubby and I can afford a night out, it's still nice when the parents pick up the tab. Maybe next time I won't make my mom take me to Target for shampoo afterwards.
Then you'd kiss the old people goodbye and hit the town for the night. Because back then, going to dinner was what you did BEFORE you showered, got dressed, pregamed, then went out. Now, going to dinner at 7 p.m. IS going out.
On Sunday we went out with my big crazy family to celebrate a multitude of life events: my upcoming 30th, my little sister's recent 21st, and my other sister's wedding anniversary. Of course, we did not pass go, we did not collect $200, we went straight to my family's favorite restaurant, Maggiano's.
Per usual, I gorged myself on my faves - chopped salad and fried zucchini - while my mom gave a speech between each course to commemorate each event. The best was when we all went around the table to share our favorite moment from my sister's wedding the year before. Yep, I meant it when I said we were crazy.
Anywho, even though the hubby and I can afford a night out, it's still nice when the parents pick up the tab. Maybe next time I won't make my mom take me to Target for shampoo afterwards.
Monday, September 27, 2010
6 days to 30: full-on, all-day hangover
Yeah so, Friday. I was home by like 11:30. And yeah, it sounded like I had a low-key night.
TO YOU MAYBE.
The reality is that three of us had three bottles of champagne before we left the house. On top of the beers, etc. we had at the bar while playing darts. That's not really something this almost-30 liver is typically able to handle.
Sooo, this old fogey spent her Saturday - which was intended for eyeshadow- and cute-short-cowboy-boot-shopping - on the couch.
With the Kardashians.
Which I typically wouldn't complain about. But have you ever been forced to watch the Kardashians? And when I say forced, I mean that the remote was across the room and you were too hungover to go get it? Then, you start to harbor a real hostility for Rob. I mean, just SHAVE already. Ew.
Anyway. I guess I'm not really fully past the whole debilitating hangover thing. Maybe I'll set a goal for my 35th?
TO YOU MAYBE.
The reality is that three of us had three bottles of champagne before we left the house. On top of the beers, etc. we had at the bar while playing darts. That's not really something this almost-30 liver is typically able to handle.
Sooo, this old fogey spent her Saturday - which was intended for eyeshadow- and cute-short-cowboy-boot-shopping - on the couch.
With the Kardashians.
Which I typically wouldn't complain about. But have you ever been forced to watch the Kardashians? And when I say forced, I mean that the remote was across the room and you were too hungover to go get it? Then, you start to harbor a real hostility for Rob. I mean, just SHAVE already. Ew.
Anyway. I guess I'm not really fully past the whole debilitating hangover thing. Maybe I'll set a goal for my 35th?
7/8 days to 30: lakewood bar crawl
The great thing about Lakewood bars is that there are a lot of them.
After college, our weekends consisted of shuttling ourselves between McCarthy's, Malloy's, Pug Mahones, and about 20 other bars. The beer was cheap, and usually someone knew someone who lived within stumbling distance. So you'd hang out at their place first, do a Power Hour, then wander over to McCarthy's and drink $1 drafts. The whole night probably cost $5. It was fab.
On Friday we decided to relive the good ol' days. Except we got together at 6 p.m. instead of 11 p.m. And we had champagne and nice cheese for our pregame instead of Natural Light and Doritos.
Also, we got to the bar at 10 p.m. instead of 1 a.m. And instead of pounding beers and shots as soon as we walked in the door at McCarthy's we played like three games of darts.
Also, someone was the designated driver and drove us home instead of us trying to hail a cab in Lakewood at 2 a.m.
But otherwise everything was the same. Ho hum.
After college, our weekends consisted of shuttling ourselves between McCarthy's, Malloy's, Pug Mahones, and about 20 other bars. The beer was cheap, and usually someone knew someone who lived within stumbling distance. So you'd hang out at their place first, do a Power Hour, then wander over to McCarthy's and drink $1 drafts. The whole night probably cost $5. It was fab.
On Friday we decided to relive the good ol' days. Except we got together at 6 p.m. instead of 11 p.m. And we had champagne and nice cheese for our pregame instead of Natural Light and Doritos.
Also, we got to the bar at 10 p.m. instead of 1 a.m. And instead of pounding beers and shots as soon as we walked in the door at McCarthy's we played like three games of darts.
Also, someone was the designated driver and drove us home instead of us trying to hail a cab in Lakewood at 2 a.m.
But otherwise everything was the same. Ho hum.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
9 days to 30: going out on a wednesday
Woo hoo! It's been a long time since I did this, but tonight I decided to throw caution to the wind and hit the town.* On a weeknight no less! I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I got super wild and crazy.** I danced on tables and did shots and had a deep conversation about relationships with a girl in the bathroom.*** It was amazeballs.
*I went to a nice dinner with the hubby.
**I had one glass of wine.
***None of this happened.
*I went to a nice dinner with the hubby.
**I had one glass of wine.
***None of this happened.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
10 days to 30: stopping for a beer mid-run
I set out for a run this evening with the pup in tow. The route I took just happened to lead past my friend Chuck's house. It's possible that I happened to discover earlier via Twitter that Chuck was sitting on his porch having beers.
A more responsible person would have focused on his or her workout and avoided the route that could lead to the inevitable porch sitting and beer drinking.
Today, I wasn't that person.
ps, WHY is beer so delicious after a run? So wrong, yet feels so right.
A more responsible person would have focused on his or her workout and avoided the route that could lead to the inevitable porch sitting and beer drinking.
Today, I wasn't that person.
ps, WHY is beer so delicious after a run? So wrong, yet feels so right.
Monday, September 20, 2010
11 days to 30: eat a can of green beans
Given how much I love to cook now, it's comical to me how I used to eat during college. I'm not joking when I say that most nights I ate shredded cheese on a tortilla and a can of green beans for dinner. Sometimes I made ramen, or cereal, other times I made a Lean Cuisine...top all that off with gallons of beer and late night Goodfellas pizza, and it's safe to say I didn't have the best diet.
Now, I'm kind of a vegetable nazi. I rarely buy the canned stuff. Why buy squishy green beaners when you can get the crisp, fresh, real thing a couple aisles over? Or the frozen version, which is almost as good?
For this experiment, I had to pull out the big guns. I didn't let myself buy a name brand. Giant Eagle it is, baby.
I ate half the can. Yep, just like I remembered it.
I almost threw the rest away, but then thought better of it. Figured I could snack on it later with some of that leftover ramen.
Now, I'm kind of a vegetable nazi. I rarely buy the canned stuff. Why buy squishy green beaners when you can get the crisp, fresh, real thing a couple aisles over? Or the frozen version, which is almost as good?
For this experiment, I had to pull out the big guns. I didn't let myself buy a name brand. Giant Eagle it is, baby.
I ate half the can. Yep, just like I remembered it.
I almost threw the rest away, but then thought better of it. Figured I could snack on it later with some of that leftover ramen.
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