Wake up! It's time to go to sleep!

 

Lex’s 24th birthday/Clyde’s Shame Spiral: Malbec, mushroom soup, et moules frites at Mon Ami Gabi, Barbie balloons, planning a lazy river lane from Reston to DC (HOV? I think you mean HYB/Hold Yo Breath!), French braids and a stranger’s love life story in the bathroom, turning things up just one notch at a time, Claire/Blair and Whitney Blueberry, faux Toby Maguire and his nemesis James Franco, Libby’s lady bones, forgetting to close out my eleven dollar bar tab and the ensuing drive of shame back to Reston the next morning, and Alexie’s red lipstick. 

SHUT IT DOWN. 

While the cat's away..

[via text]
me: I witnessed a bar fight last night, was in a bathroom stall with three women — flashed by one girl, felt another's boob — made pancakes, and spooned with two people.
Justin: I leave you alone for ONE weekend...

Justin: And you're cheating on me with another gay?! I see how it is.
me: Have we ever spooned?! NO. I like spooning!
Justin: Spooning is reserved for those in which extra things shall be expected.
me: I make good pancakes.
Justin: Hmmmm. That is true....

Look at that sweaty dancing hotness

I can't tell if this is good or bad advice.

[via text]
me: I fell and skinned my knee. This is why I don't drink.
Justin: This is why you should drink more. It builds up your tolerance.

Bon voyage, Manoles!

You see how they treat me?

Remember that time we ran into Adam? The second time?

Manoles!

The lovely Hannah

El Capitan Manoles

[via text]
me: I have mac & cheese. I know you are jealous.
Meekus: lol I'll let you think that.

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St. Patty's in an IHOP with the drunken Warrenton boys

Kenny: I keep smelling ramen!

me: IT'S BECAUSE I'M ASIAN, ISN'T IT?!

Eric: (spits beer) I mean, I wasn't going to say it.

Eric: We thought he was getting guns. He was just getting beer. Silly us.

(repeated line about Tammi/Tammy/that drunk girl)

Brie/Brianna/I don't remember: Don't worry, she's a very nice girl. 

(after a brief lull in the conversation)

Eric: I am so excited for my eggs. 

me: Austin, you want to go halfsies with me on my food?

Austin: No, I'm good, thanks. 

me: You sure? I'm not going to eat it all. 

Austin: Ok, I'll take some bacon. I knew I liked you, now I know why. 

Eric: (phone notification) Ah, this one bitch keeps texting me.
me: Call her your girlfriend like a normal person!
Eric: This way I seem more interesting.

Everyone at the table at one given point: Thank you so much for dealing with us. Don't worry, we tip well. 

The waitress: Pfft, y'all are fine. Someone tried to tip me in weed earlier. 

Joey: (referring to me during some rough and rowdy times) Look at her. She is so uncomfortable right now. 

Austin: I know. See! This is what happens! We try to bring a nice person into the group and then we never see them again. 

(after I called them out on something)

Kenny: What the hell? You notice and remember everything! (I totally do. Hello, two days later and I've got half the conversations down. Skills, son.)

Hey! I didn't break my glasses this time, alright!

 

 

 

 

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Creeper shots, wingman fail, and broken glasses

 

 

 

- My poor favorite red frames, smashed on the dance floor. Driving back to Virginia in Post-Thanksgiving traffic with no glasses? Interesting. 

- Telling some guy to get his wingman away from me. 

- the all-Lao cab ride. G is a pro at speaking Lao...when she's tipsy.

- Tim the Stranger telling me his life story. He speaks German, hot. It was his wingman I shooed away. 

- "I'll make you some ramen, vina." "No! I saw My Sassy Girl, that's gross!"

- "If you don't want to dance to Miley Cyrus, then there's something wrong with you." When an adult male whispers that in your ear, you start to question said male's sexuality. It was Tim the Stranger. Yeah, I'll call him out. 

- Did we...did we just get hit on by a lesbian from Iowa? Is she...is she going to give us money?