Charlee's Slice:It’s been a while since our last entry, oops. Finals were hectic, followed by an equally hectic spring break, followed by an even more hectic first week of school. I don’t really know where to start so I will just cover some highlights starting Friday of Peter’s birthday. Peter turned 21, we celebrated on the Ave. Rachel, Me and 12+ guys. The fact that we were two lovely ladies within a herd of large males did not discourage men not of our party from hitting on us somewhat inappropriately. I was too absorbed with giving and receiving texts (now that I have unlimited texts) with a certain someone, also not of our party, to really notice much else. I received this gem of joke, courtesy of a homeless man via John:
“What did the egg say to the boiling water?”
“It’s going to take me a minute to get hard, I just got laid by a chick.”
The following Sunday I was finally able to make it out to see the wilde rover’s infamous house band. I was not disappointed. Their drummer, Jon, doubles as their singer. he is ridiculously talented, and not bad looking. Basically, Erika and I are in love with Jon. If you enjoy stalking hot drummers as much as me, you know where to find me every Sunday night! There is a slight possibility that he is already taken, but we have convinced our selves that she is just a groupie, and basically no competition. Erika and I have also agreed that if it comes down to it, we would enter in to a polygamous relationship with the guy. On a slightly related note, I was sort of stood up a second time and decided I am not longer initiating plans, he originally asked me in the first place, and he can work it out.
Erin and I went to California for spring break the following Tuesday, it’s a 13 hour car ride. It was a sunny 85 degrees out and beautiful. I was sick with the flu pretty much the whole time. We did go out twice, but I felt like shit, I ended up coming home early one night and the other night I was trying my hardest just to put my game face on, but we still managed to have fun. We went to this bar called madison bear garden, which is like what Fridays would look like if it were a hyperactive child with pixi sticks. aside from being sick,it was wonderful seeing Keri and all her friends again, and now I have plans to go to Turkey for next winter break. Sweet!
I got home from California and developed Laryngitis the day before school started, which was somewhat convenient because I didn’t have to participate in any class ice breakers. But it stuck around for six days, which was frustrating.
Still getting over being sick Rachel and I went to see John’s band play last night. It was really good, I was surprised by it actually. We left, and Rachel told me I need to grow a pair. I whole heartedly agree.
I have my first day of chem. Lab tomorrow, which means a chance to have a hot lab partner, or if you are Rachel, a chance to have an affair with your hot lab TA. The chem department seems to be severely lacking in hot chem. grad students though.
Rachel's Slice:
I love the spring time. I love the warm sunshine and verdant grass. The little budding leaves and flowering trees. I love shirtless Frisbee throwing college boys. I love boys in t-shirts rocking sunglasses with their scruff. The last few days on campus have been like a real-life e.e. cummings poem—crazy syntax, punctuation, and all. Take today for example: I spent the morning soaking up some sun with Peter, then picked Mike up from their apartment and the three of us met Charlee downtown for lunch. Then the four of us strolled along downtown basking in the beautiful weather and making plans for all of the bars we were going to hit up this quarter.
I love that Peter is 21 now. I had the best weekend going out to the bars with him and Mike. Not to mention the craziness of his 21 run! I happily played Designated Driver and made sure a drunken Peter got home in once piece so he could leave his button up shirt in the fridge behind the eggs(long story—but this was the punchline and the best part). I think my funniest role in Peter’s 21 dealt with the appearance of his long lost buddy Josh the Blondie. I get a text message, from Peter of all people, in the midst of the night that says: “Josh thinks you’re super hott—you should make a move on him so he feels more legit about the situation.” Well, I didn’t think Blondie was anything special—but Peter kept going on and on about how happy he was to have Blondie there. So, I gave Blondie the impression he had a reason to stay, if you catch my drift. Some might say that I was leading him on; I prefer to think of it as practice. What better way to work on your flirting skills than to convince a person you are entirely un-attracted to that you’re hoping he’ll take you in the back room for some fun? Blondie is an egomaniac. He’s one of those guys that are a pretty nice guy—unless he is around a girl he thinks may have the potential of being into him. Then he turns into “you should be so lucky” jackass. I managed to appease Peter and avoid making good on any flirting. It was a successful night.
I have my third roomie of the quarter—and she is amazing! Housing finally figured this shit out and provided me with an amazing Creative Writing major(!!!!) to split the room in two with. The only downside is that she isn’t 21 yet and as such will miss out on all of my crazy barroom adventures. By the end of our first day together, she knew the full story behind the Broman, that Charlee is a girl’s name, and that Physicists are the sexiest of the scientists.
Speaking of which—the Physicist called me on Friday night/Saturday morning. It’s payback though; Charlee and I call him whenever we can to serenade him with such classics as “My Sharonna.” So, he got me back good by calling me at 4:15am and yelling, “GOOD MORNING!” as soon as I answered the phone. I have never seen the Physicist drunk, nor have I been overly drunk around him(slightly tipsy okay?), so it was rather endearing to hold a conversation with him when he was drunk off his ass. The funniest part about the whole thing is that I decided on a quiet night in and had kept debating whether or not I should give him a call earlier in the evening since I missed hearing his voice, but I had decided against it since I wasn’t drunk. Classic.
Some might have noticed the absence of Broman dealings in this post. All I want to say to him (in the words of Gomez my new favorite band) is: “Where do you want to be? Cause now you’re trying to pick a fight with everyone you need.” Hope your hand heals fast, you jackass. And I hope the Physicist enjoys that I just cited my source;) Enjoy the weather kids!
XOXO, Rachel
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