Where is my mind

In response to a highly stupid and ridiculous confession about driving while not fully "there," I must apologize to my followers. Doing such activity is NOT cool nor is it safe. So do not pass judgment on my ridiculous behavior. It won't happen ever again. Well, at least not that ridiculous behavior.

Last night's "concert" was just an excuse for people who work in advertising to play RockBand in front of people at the Highline Ballroom in Chelsea last night. There were even some "technical difficulties" as stated by the Mr. Moviefone-like man who was speaking over an intercom. My professor was nowhere in sight but the 3 ad class fwiends I went with were good people. I had a great time with them. Considering wine took all the awkwardness away. Tehe. The guy at the liquor store was right about the Chardonnay. Cheap and goooood.

We were early so we hung out outside the venue and had a great time. I'd say it was a better time than inside the at the concert hahahaha. One great thing about the concert was the free swag they gave away. And Lord knows I'll do anything, or close to it, for a free T-SHIRT. I got 2 actually (they must've been desperate to give them away) and they were frickin' American Apparel - the mecca of all comfy/expensive t-shirts. Granted they had advertising shit written all over them but who cares, I'm still rockin' dem teeeeez.

And the whole concept of "FREEQUILA" was not resonating with the crowd. No one was giving feedback to young, hot girls. I networked with what seemed like 4 gay guys from Canada and the only thing I got was a lousy business card that looked like something out of a Cracker Jack box. I even tried to talk up a chick at the fucking bar. Look at what the recession did to me. I ended up getting the 3 of us* tequila shots...on me. I spend money like I have it when I'm drunk.

*our one guy friend who we called our gay man friend that night since he was the only guy with us was not drinking that night. 

I also get drunk noms. We didn't eat sufficient foodie before consuming massive amounts of white wine so we ditched the concert early and went across the street to a nice diner called The Diner Restaurant (hmmm?). I had the fluffiest egg white omelette ever with a side of sweet potato fries. Perfection.

Another thing I do when I'm slighly tipsayyy is comment on people's facebook statuses when I think they're dumb or if I'm acting passive aggressively/being mad at someone for some reason. I did that twice last night.

Mmmm, nice love rug. 

I also tweeted a porn star last night. Yeah... a porn star. I'm not going to say which porn star but this all stemmed from the fact that I requested to follow this porn star when I was drunk weeks ago for no particular reason. Their tweets have been showing up on my Tweet feed lately and they've been kinda sad. So in my drunken stupor, I thought I'd offer some words of support. I saw that they've responded to tweets from other people so I figured it'd be a cool conversation piece if they actually responded back. But they didn't. I think I'll unfollow them soon.

Some surprises happened too. I realized that one of the girls I went to that joke of an event with is my neighbor. This is great because now we could brainstorm on procrastinated Ad class projects...or we can simply pre-game :) Another surprise involved a silly band. I woke up this morning with a Disney princess silly band on my left wrist. I remember giving my Disney princess silly band to my friend Nessa last weekend. What's weird is that I wear my three silly bands on my right wrist. Whatevs, add them to the collection.

I ate Soup at Hand today. With a spoon again. This sense of rebellious soup-eating has me feeling empowered sometimes. Then when the soup is all gone, I realize I'm not quite rebellious. I also sat on a bench in the sun today. I think the smallest amount of sun that I catch makes my cheeks look as if I have permanent blush on. And I'm starting to think that same amount of sun makes me feel so lethargic at the end of the day. Night night.

YOU KNOW!

Ps: While sitting on said bench I saw a girl walking in my direction with a Delaware Beer Pong shirt on in blue. Without hesitation I said, "I have that same shirt!" We conversed brief and quick and I didn't catch her name but I remember her handshake being rather firm, which caught me off guard because she was tiny. I think I scared my friend who I was benching it with by that brief exchange between the two Delawarians. It's just great to know that you're not the only one from such a random state going to such a random school.