Check the LJ, for those of you who can.
Go see Date Movie. I was pleasantly and humorously surprised.
I'm so, so, so, so busy.
I now know what I've been missing with Grey's Anatomy and House.
South Carolina was AMAZING!
Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie is heavenly.
The Jersey Shore is the winter is an amazing time waster and a wonderful couple-bonding experience (well, more the drive through South Jersey for the last one!).
Barnes and Noble bargain books are lovely, and I wish Borders had the same selection that they did.
I love, love, love the King of Prussia mall.
I tried out a Tempurpedic mattress this weekend and fell in love. It is now up on my wishlist of big ticket items.
I want a Coach bag so bad, it hurts. I was salivating over their spring line when I went past not one, not two but three Coach stores in three different places this weekend.
I'm leaving for Charleston tomorrow night. I'll be in South Carolina all weekend, until Monday night. We're having a party to celebrate my dad's promotion to Chief Warrant Officer in the US Navy and it's HUGE deal. So yea, should be a lot of fun and it gave me an excuse to buy a new, gorgeous Nine West dress at an amazing price because Strawbridges rocks and ...
GOLD SHOES! I am utterly in love with them and they look fabulous with the dress.
Thank god for parties, otherwise, I wouldn't have an excuse to get dressed up.
Dear Pretty Blue Bottle of Skyy Vodka and Dekuyper's Apple Pucker,
I enjoyed the Appletinis you produced those few nights we went to the bar. It gave me a sense of change, something OTHER than beer. So I thought it would be cool to mix you two up last night and make some of my own to help celebrate board game night. I thought this would be the beginning of a new relationship, of rekindling my past relationship with vodka.
I thought wrong! Not a good idea to make those Appletinis my ONLY drink of choice for the evening as I don't remember anything beyond falling down Casey's stairs and vaguely hearing Steve and Spaz talk about how drunk I was on the way home.
So this is my breakup letter with you. We got into a fight and you won. I know see that it was only a one night stand and that I will never be able to drink you or even think about you without gagging again.
I have been ridiculously hung over for pretty much the past twelve hours. I slept for the majority of the day when I was puking and I now remember exactly why I STOPPED drinking vodka. My throat hurts, my body hurts, my head hurts - even my hair hurts. And my ass is killing me because there is a massive bruise on it from when it hit the stairs on the way down.
So never again, my friends. It was fun while it lasted. I'm going back to beer and the memory of our night together will always - well, will always be elusive as I can't even remember how I got to bed last night.
Sincerely,
Sunday Hangover