Tuesday, August 30, 2005

My mistakes (hope you have an hour)

My mistakes. Ha ha ha. I'll start from most obvious to least obvious for all you brainiacs.

1) #1 and 2, 4-7, 9-11. If you know what I mean.

2) not agreeing with Jenn and Erica that we should all live together in Newport for one more year. especially since I'm the only one who ended up staying. although if we had stayed, House wouldn't have been. There's an interesting ad in the newport daily news this week for a housesitter, p.s.

3) f

4) Never telling My Husband that I was madly in love with him even though he had that girlfriend with the stupid bangs

5) not trying harder to get Betsy drunk sooner

and lastly, my biggest mistake was spending even a minute thinking I should've transferred or that all my student loans aren't worth it. Because I didn't spend too much time studying. I definitely spent as much time as I could having fun. Really, I wouldn't change a thing.

Except 7. I'd definitely take back seven.

Mistakes...

Mistakes? Who makes mistakes in college?

My list:

1. Being mad at Kate for even 5 minutes when she said she was moving in with Erica
2. Not listening to Kate and Erica more when they said, come out with us! freshman year
3. Moving into Hunt and not Reefe, and not listening when they said "COME OVER!"
4. Not hanging out with Erica J more in Hunt
5. Caring too much about what my mom thought 350 miles away
6. Not hanging out with my cousin more when I had the chance
7. Not trying harder to get Jenn to move in with me freshman year after the crazy girl was sent home
8. Spending so much time working on and stressing about those damn teaching portfolios
9. Spending so much time on any class related work
10. Never spending a summer in Newport
11. Not writing the book of our college lives...but it's not too late for that, and this blog is a good start!

Looks like the theme of my list is all about not working so much and having more fun. That is what college is all about isn't it??


PS-Where have you all gone!?!?! Writing prompts were supposed to promote blogging, not stop it!

Sunday, August 28, 2005

The end was near...

I'm having a really hard time coming up with a new favorite drunk 20 narry memory that I havn't already posted about! Oooh! Flash of inspiration....

We graduated...after 4 years of fun, it was time to say goodbye to Salve, and 20 narry. But we were prepared to go down in style...with a week of BBQs using the homemade fire pit in the backyard. The boys grilled, the girls ate, and we all drank. We also downed one of my Nanny's blueberry cakes in a matter of minutes, and followed it with a batch of her molasses cookies. And finally, after 2 years of partying like rockstars, the cops came to shut us down. They realized we had just graduated and were celebrating, and they really didn't have a problem with is, but it was a week night, so please move it inside. If they had to come back, they were going to have to give us a warning. So, we took the show inside, it was raining anyway, and continued the celebration.

My favorite drunk memory, you say?

Wow. There are so many things I would like to write about. Many of my drunk "memories" are actually reconstructions of what people told me happened though, so as a journalist, I'll just go with one I remember experiencing firsthand.

Schrabotnik came to visit, and we were all a-twitter with the news. It had been almost a year since that crazy fuck was in town, and he did not disappoint. Although slimmer, wearing glasses and acting intelligent, he was still the same ridiculous Schrabotnik.

He was with Patty at the time, I think. We didn't really know her yet, and Schrabotnik brought her over. We were all pretty wasted, and he handed out a bunch of our beers to everyone and ran around with scissors, poking holes in the side and making us shotgun them. I didn't really get how to do it, so beer was flying everywhere. He decided the shotgunning wasn't interesting enough. He grabbed a fresh Coors Light, shook it up and cracked it open, spraying it all over me and the kitchen. Surprisingly, Erica was a little concerned about this-- and surprisingly, I was not. I began stomping around in the ankle deep beer, hair dripping wet and clothes full of brew. Schrabotnik threw out a "Let's hear it for Patty!" And I stood there with a Coors river running through my own kitchen and I splashed in it, clapping and yelling "Patty, Patty, Patty!"
Erica came running out of the bathroom with this ridiculous mop, I grabbed it from her and tried to mop it up. Shcrabotnik basically pulled a 'Welp, see you later' and took off. The next morning, Erica was furiously mopping, wringing, mopping and wringing a pretty deep river of beer in the kitchen. Hank-O and the clan were on their way over.

Next question!

What's one (or 9!) mistake from college you would take back if you could?

Friday, August 26, 2005

Let's Play

The downstairs bathroom. Not only was it loaded with bottles, but we all hooked up with at least one person there, everyone used it, there were more amazing drunk heart-to-hearts there then anywhere else on the planet, that picture of us laughing at all male peers was there... and oh yeah... it used to have a mirror till that time I broke it (sorry Kate).

For when you are ready to do another topic (warning-much thinking required)..........

Give the best drunk memory you have from 20 Narry. Try your hardest. Describe in detail.

I may be able to come up with a better one later, but one of the top 5 on my list is Halloween senior year when we furiously took Tequila shots while dressed as P.I.M.P.s, proceded to whack each other with our pimp sticks before walking 25 miles to Jamie's house where we all made respective asses of ourselves because we all three were so drunk we couldn't even see. Cut to the next morning when 2 toilets+3 roomies does not equal fun. But the pictures are a lot of fun.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Why? Because I like you

I've gotta be honest. I miss when we used to blog every day.

So, I've been thinking about perks that might get you all to write more. I contemplated a strip show reward, then remembered I'm 1,200 miles away without a Web cam. I thought about offering goodies, but I am broke. So here's where I ended up.

Honestly, I can't believe all my blogging teacher friends haven't started this. In a small way it's been done, but I think it should be done daily.

Writing prompts! Duh!

OK, I'll start. What was your favorite room in 20 narry and why?

While the bathroom's dirty deeds and the sleepovers on Erica's floor can't be overlooked, I have to say I always loved the living room most. Even in the winter when we had to cuddle under my electric blanket in tundra conditions, it was the only place we could all sit together (upright, that is).

I'd come home every day and bounce up the steps on the porch and peek into the window, that window Jenn broke into that time, to see who was on the couch. Often it was Betsy or Brian or Shaun.. or Shaun's guitar and amplifier, but no Shaun in sight. It was the first place I saw my friends when I got home and the first place people crashed when they came in the unlocked door to our house. And, of course, The Head lived there.


YOUR TURRRRRRRRRN

Sunday, August 21, 2005

I wanna rock and roll all nite...

So I was driving down the road with Kelly, and we were doing a little station surfing on the radio, and suddenly I heard....

"I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NITE, AND PARTY EVERYDAY!"

Suddenly I was grinning like a fool, and Kelly asked me what I was so happy about. So I shared with her this random memory:

One weekend in November junior year, before anyone was 21, we were celebrating Jenn's b-day. It was a big occassion, and she invited her cousin from URI. So he shows up with a few friends, and we spend the evening drinking and playing taboo. A few hours later, Kate and I are sitting in a chair, the boys are on the couch, and suddenly someone mentions Jewel and apparently Jenn's cousin was a Jewel fan. Suddenly, Kate and I break out in song...
Who will saaaaaaaaa-ve your soul if you won't save your own?

Cue Ian, "Why are you singing Jewel when there are such better bands, like KISS?"

"I wanna rock and roll all nite!" -Kate and I sing

This little comment instigates an intense discussion on who is better, Jewel or Kiss. Jenn's cousin and Ian went at it for a good 30 minutes arguing the contributions both have made to music. In the mean time, Kate and I sat in the chair on the sidelines, singing songs by the artists.

"These foolish games are tearing me appart"
"I wanna rock and roll all nite...."
"My hands are small I know..."
"I wanna rock and roll all nite...."
"You were meant for me, and I was meant for you"
"I wanna rock and roll all nite...."

Needless to say, we could come up with the words to almost every Jewel song anyone knows, but only one by Kiss, which became a major argument in favor of Jewel. I don't know that the argument was ever resolved, but the picture in my head of Ian and Jenn's cousin arguing, while Kate and I sang in the background is a memory I will never forget! So Kiss or Jewel? Discuss...

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

and... we ate

Gail came down this weekend, and in true "us" fashion, we ate all there was to eat in Music City.

We did the fast food- Popeyes chicken and biscuits, little White Castle burgers. We did the southern thing- pulled pork and burgers. And, lest I forget... we did the upscale romantic thing. We went to the Melting Pot and ate fondue. Man, it was great. All these couples around us delicately dipping their strawberries into their swirls of chocolate... and I smacked myself right in the face with a chocolatey fruit. Gail drank leftover chocolate with a spoon and burned her mouth. And, we nearly peed our pants and ruined the ambience for everyone else but oh man, was that fun.

And, of course, we honkytonked. We hit up several bars and chatted up a couple (wannabe) cowboys. And, I borrowed her shirt feeling all proud of myself because it was cute... and I broke the strap. Oof. Picture me even wearing a strapless bra in the first place then picture me after one of the straps busts.

I HEART NASHVILLE AND WELCOME VISITORS :)

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Awful... or GREAT?!?!

$10 a month gym membership for being Erica's cousin.... check.
Big hair.... check.
6 inch fake nails.... check.
Obnoxious Italian attitude.... check.
Glock for the first day of school at Roberto Clemente.... check.



Saddle up, North Branford. I'm moving in with the Mentones.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Let me sing you a song

This weekend I got a mix cd from a stranger through an exchange on "el jay." I like this girl's style. But there were just a couple of songs I HAD to share with 20 Narry. You may or may not know them but here are the lyrics.

Few Drinks to Fall in Love
by Gavin DeGraw

You don't understand my jokes
You're burning my eyes with your smoke
If I wasn't alone, I'd ask you to move away
So I order up another round
Sipping my last one down
You're the best deal in town
And I've only got dreams to dream of
Sometimes you need a few drinks to fall in love

If you need a few drinks
You might as well start with a couple of shots
Give a couple of winks
And later blame it all on the buzz
Sometimes you need a few drinks

And this year burned a hole in my hope
I got debts that could choke out a rope, (spoken)like college,
And it's not my approach it's the way I go summing things up
And there ain't really nothing great about this bar
Except here I am and right there you are
We're both shooting way under par
But soon we'll forget what par was
Sometimes you need a few drinks to fall in love

If you need a few drinks
You might as well start with a couple of shots
Give a couple of winks
And later blame it all on the buzz
Sometimes you, Sometimes you,
Sometimes you, you need a few,
You need a few, you need a few,
I'll buy you one too, Drinks

32 Flavors
By Alana Davis
Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am 32 flavors and then some

And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you're going to get hungry
And eat all of the words that you just said

I am what I am
I am 32 flavors and then some

God help you if you are an ugly girl
Course too pretty is also your doom
Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest girl in the room
God help you if you are a phoenix
And you dare to rise up from the ash
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy while
You are just flying past

I am what I am
I am 32 flavors and then some
I'm taking my chances as they come
I am 32 flavors and then some
I'm nobody but I am someone
Someone, yeah

I'd never try to give my life meaning by
Demeaning you
And I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do

I am beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you're going to be starving
And eating all of the words that you just said
That you said

I am what I am I am what I am
I am 32 flavors and then some
I'm taking my chances as they come
I am 32 flavors and then some
I'm looking for truth but there is none

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Womb

Recently, I made a little excursion to North Branford, home of silly putty...and Erica Mentone. After a perfect day consisting of the beach, beer and wings, we headed back to Erica's house. I walked into Erica's room and saw something I hadn't seen in almost a year. It was the WOMB! Oh the countless hours spent in the womb. I just had to climb in..right after I emptied it naturally. I climbed in, and suddenly found myself lying on the floor. The womb had dumbed me out as if I were a newborn. Erica and I looked at each other in disbelief for a moment thinking, did the womb really just dump her out like that? And then we cracked up, and took pictures for posterity.

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I never thought I would be saying this, but...

I CAN"T WAIT FOR MY PARENTS TO GET HOME!!!

My parents have been married for 25 years, which is a great accomplishment in this day and age. So to celebrate they went on an Alaskan cruise that my mom has talked about wanting to do basically her whole life. So, when they asked, I said sure, it would be no problem for me to be around while they were gone to supervise the house and my siblings. I will never take my mom for granted again. My siblings are some of the laziest slobs I have ever seen...and I lived in Miley. They are also not always that bright. Case in point...my brother just set fireworks off in the kitchen.

So, normally I'm all about my parents not being around during the summer so I can have some alone time. This time, I was so excited that it was Monday, and their flight was getting in at 11 tonight. Then...the phone call...

"Bets? It's Dad...um, we've been delayed in Vancouver and we're going to miss our connecting flight....and...um, I don't think we're going to make it home tonight."

Sure Dad, that's fine, I said outloud. Inside I was freaking out. So, at this point, stay tuned, will my parents make their flight and get home tonight, relieving me of my responsibilities? Will my siblings be alive if they get home tomorrow? Stay tuned...

Friday, August 05, 2005

R.I.P. Warwick

Wanted: roomie to live in the glorious section of New Haven entitled "West Haven", ghetto yet safer then living in downtown New Haven, famous not for its lemon ice and glocks but for its beautiful pollouted beaches and views of the New Haven Register and Ikea from 95 South. Just minutes from New York City and Bridgeport, CT. Must love hamsters that bite on occassion (ok it was only that one time). Prefer a roomie that has a boyfriend she is dying to have sex with any chance she can get but can't cause she lives at home. If no takers apply, offer will be recinded and person searching for a roomie will be taking a previous offer to live in a basement in North Branford, CT.

Last year when we all swore that we were not going to move home, that's exactly what we all did-Kate and Erica the wanderers included, who I thought for sure were going to jet off to someplace fabulous together leaving me behind cause I refuse to leave Rhode Island. BUT that's not what happened and we all went home to our respective locations. When I got home I was like, ahh-this is nice, I don't have to pay for anything anymore, I have no responsibilities except to work, I can see all my friends from home that I missed a lot-but that wore off right around the time that summer ended. My friends from home that graduated this year didn't come home, they all got jobs in great places like NYC and Enfield, CT (awful... or great?) I knew that every single one of us were not happy being home even if we acted like we were but it seemed like we were all trapped once we got there. We didn't even try to act like super seniors and stay in Newport for another year yogether (House doesn't count)! We all basically freaked out and were like oh god we all have to go home and grow up and get jobs and live with our parents and save money. What happened to how fun we were? Who decided that we had to grow up the second we left school? I know we all needed the money but if we weren't us, we'd want to be us... right? First, I have to congratulate Kate and Erica J. for being the first two to leave the nest, because you two prove that we can still be our old selves plus a little new self if we try. Second, I say, AHEM to everyone else at home including me, what are you assholes doing?!?! Get the hell outta there!

Now, you may say, isn't THAT the pot calling the kettle black. Who ever would have thought it would be ME coming out with all this-the same girl who made Kate take the RIPTA bus home with her freshman year because I couldn't stand being out of Warwick for another second. Well, how better to lead then by example? (Kate you better print this post and laminate it, btw).

Yup I'm moving you bitches. Of all the ones that weren't going anywhere after graduation no one thought it would be me to get up and go somewhere. Ok, New Haven isn't like moving to TENNESSEE but um, hello, this is still me we are talking about here. Granted, "New Haven baby! We gets down baby!" doesn't roll off the tongue like Warwick but I guess it will have to do. But if all else fails and things don't pan out like I want (read: if I have a major freak out both before and after the interview and cry for 5 hours like the last time) I am gonna go to NYC with my stinky hamster. I'm worried about living my myself, because I'll probably sit around with my tail wagging all the time waiting for someone to play with (I don't know if you guys noticed... but we're not exactly the we can live alone type). But if I HAVE to I guess I will. Plus, I plan on having so much fun all the time I won't be there that much anyway.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Ahe-he-HEM

Excuse me, if I may.

But, aren't we all in some kind of transition here? Right? I mean, we're all starting new jobs or looking for new jobs or learning new things about the birds and the bees, right?

So, why are only me and Erica J. blogging? Is it an English major thing? Because, I mean, I don't think so. 'Cuz we've had almost 200 entries since this thing began like 6 months ago. So uh, hello?

GOD, at least make comments so Erica J. and I can feel like you're paying attention!

Oh, the places you'll go!

This post is dedicated to the TOP TEN fun things me and Jenn are going to do when she comes to Nashville in like two weeks.

10) Go to the honky tonk bars and watch Jenn interact with Redneck Women (that one should be worth the trip alone)

9) After said honky tonk bars, get a taxi driver to take us on a tour of all the fast food joints that stay open for 24 hours- Jack in the Box, White Castle, Krystal... I know what you're saying, Jenn. Are these fast food restaurants or children's toys? Rest assured, they have chicken. But KFC will NOT still be open, Jenn, so keep your clothes on and don't ask.

8) We will cherish the expressions on the faces of the professional karaoke crowd out here when we put it down with "Magic Stick"

7) I will drive Jenn through the projects early in the morning so she can see them. Then, I will patiently explain to her that WE CANNOT GO THERE AT NIGHT FOR FUN! THEY SHOOT PEOPLE!

6) We will spoon on my aero mattress, albeit down a Guat :-( , and this time folks, my new roommate will NOT be having sex in the same room! Sorry for all you thrill seekers.

and the number one fun thing me and Jenn are going to do in Nashville in two weeks when she comes:

1) you think I'm going to give it up that easy? Ha! You'll have to come to find out for yourselves! OK, granted that two of you already came and it's only been three weeks but CAN'T YOU ALL JUST MOVE HERE?!?!