something about me, a baby, and a party

what a weekend. in which i did pretty much nothing. the greatest part of the weekend was probs sunday when i went to the oktoberfest in harvard square. i rode my bike successfully there and somehow beat teah, elv, and cove who took the 66. amongst the thousands of people there were some awesome street performers and like musical people (?). that's probably not what they call themselves but i don't actually have enough energy to care. i took a fuck load of pictures, mostly of trees and babies. sadly, no babies in trees.

of course we went to f-t practically every night this weekend.

friday:
elv and i made penne vodka and a rum cake (to start the weekend right). and there was a baby there. an actual 13 month old baby who sat on jaye's lap while double fisting joose. jaye, not the baby. then the baby's dad left because his car got towed and stuck his child with 3 twenty year old guys. my maternal instincts kicked in when i could hear her wailing. so an hour of my friday night was spent holding and cooing to a baby. definitely not what i expected.

before the baby scenario, everyone was watching sports and i was finishing weaving my dress for the abc party. i'm pretty sure everyone there thought i was insane, though wes appreciated my efforts because he wore a sparkly american flag poster skirt with green suspenders. anyway, this dress was ill, it was made out of like 200 grocery bags. when i was done, and sports were over, elv and i played pong per ushe against esso and adub. we were winning but lost in a "lights out" double sinker. goddammit. i was impressed though.

after that we left and went to the abc party but NO ONE was wearing their outfits so i didn't wear mine. bla bla bla, nothing else good happened.

saturday:
it was some chick's 21st so elv, ella, 2 extra guys and 2 excess girls walked 3 miles to berkley to go to her party. the first shitty thing is that we had to pay 5 bucks to get in. when we got in, there wasn't anyone that we knew except the bday girl and cove. it basically sucked asshole and my only purpose was to drink my money's worth (or double) of what i paid. it was a waste of a fucking good outfit too: red silk tunic dress, white knee highs, black flower cut out wedges. but if you were worried about that, i wore it sunday too. we left by like one and walked back another 3 miles. i was super effing bored so i played the wave game. what is the wave game?

1. wave to people on the street.
2. place bets with walking partner on who will get more wave backs.
3. do whatever you have to to get a wave (wink, cat call, yell "wave at me or the world will end", etc).
4. scream suck it when you win. or get a date.

tip: don't play this game while alone, rape is no good.

there were two guys looking a map of the t and pointing, when i waved at them to get 2 points. they looked confused so we walked over (smart, right?) and asked elv asked them if they needed help. elv and jordy were laughing because the guys (did i mention, british??) were looking for their hotel that was like 4 miles away and the "YOU ARE HERE" was like 2 feet off the edge of the map, a.k.a. nonexistent, so basically it was a clusterfuck. there was no way around telling them that they were basically screwed. bla bla then we went home and i ate pasta-roni.

sunday:
after oktoberfest, a serious nap, and a carmel apple, elv and i went to f-t and made chili dip for the guys. i played ping pong with jaye, who demolished my dreams of being a pro ping ponger, the only sport i thought i could be successful at. after everyone razed the dip, elv and i played actual pong against esso and jaye. i don't remember the sequences of the night, but at some point we went upstairs and played rock band for a while. like a long while. jaye told me "james downtown" will play a song for my birthday (let's see if he remembers). esso went to bed and jaye and elv played ping pong. wes passed the eff out on the couch with jim bean in hand. we left at like 4. elv and i watched himym and talked about shit until 5.

which brings us to...

monday (today):
nothing happened. i woke up early, cleaned my room, bullshat. i went for a bike ride along the charles to mgh and took pictures. i'm pretty sure i wasted my time taking pictures because i don't think the film was advancing. i won't bore you with the deets.

sorry for the lack of humor today, i'm exhausted. and my ass fell asleep, making me want to dêpeche right now. ["hurry" for you american fucks (joke).]

$7 wings are happening, jaye.