oh my....
so, saturday night was interesting.
if any of you guys saw me, you already knew this....
i somehow ended up at the field house, where i drank waaaay too much bacardi, and then continued to drink way too much beer (with angie meng, from west high, how unbelievably random....) i saw joe whitsitt (hi joe!) and everyone i've EVER known in iowa city (hi everyone!) aaaand one person who i swore i wouldn't mention, because if i do, they'll get in a bunch of trouble from someone else who reads my blog (oooh, is it someone YOU know??)
then i talked to andy bhatia for like, a hour, sitting in the ped mall (i don't know how these things happen. or WHY these people listen to me when i'm WASTED downtown... i'm never interesting.) THEN i decided to go yell at ben paul, because he never answers his phone. so, i walk over to ben's (above india cafe) and notice some people on the fire escape. so, i YELL at them and ask where ben is. they say he lives underneath them, so i drag my drunk ass up stairs, and proceed to pound on the first door i come across. luckily, it is ben's apartment. ben's not there, and some random guy won't let me in (i never did discover who he was...) and he's like "well, ben's not here, who the hell are you?" and i'm like, "i'm megan!" and he's like "go away." and someone inside goes "megan bohlke?!" and i'm like "yes!!!!" so, they let me in, and it's james davies. and HE sat and listened to me ramble for an hour... (poor james. again, people need to ignore me when i'm this wasted. i had such a crush on him in high school, and the first time i talk to him, i'm wasted and ridiculous. so sad.)
then, i went to matt's house and threw mulch at his window until he came and unlocked the door. i'm such a good friend. it was five am when i made it over there. and i'm yelling and throwing stuff.
all in all, a pretty good saturday night. the highlight was prolly me drunkenly going on about how joe was so freaking tall, and grown up, and handsome... (seriously, i was like "you grew up! what happened!?") i'm sure he was like "man, megan's crazy. note to self, avoid her when she's downtown..." oh well, i think everyone in iowa city should make that note to self. or maybe i should try to be less ridiculous. i was pretty good... for me. and i remember all night... which i find amazing... so... yeah.
i've been meaning to blog about this since i got home, but i keep forgetting. doh. but i did it tonight! yay!
i'm gonna finish eating and watching futurama.
if any of you guys saw me, you already knew this....
i somehow ended up at the field house, where i drank waaaay too much bacardi, and then continued to drink way too much beer (with angie meng, from west high, how unbelievably random....) i saw joe whitsitt (hi joe!) and everyone i've EVER known in iowa city (hi everyone!) aaaand one person who i swore i wouldn't mention, because if i do, they'll get in a bunch of trouble from someone else who reads my blog (oooh, is it someone YOU know??)
then i talked to andy bhatia for like, a hour, sitting in the ped mall (i don't know how these things happen. or WHY these people listen to me when i'm WASTED downtown... i'm never interesting.) THEN i decided to go yell at ben paul, because he never answers his phone. so, i walk over to ben's (above india cafe) and notice some people on the fire escape. so, i YELL at them and ask where ben is. they say he lives underneath them, so i drag my drunk ass up stairs, and proceed to pound on the first door i come across. luckily, it is ben's apartment. ben's not there, and some random guy won't let me in (i never did discover who he was...) and he's like "well, ben's not here, who the hell are you?" and i'm like, "i'm megan!" and he's like "go away." and someone inside goes "megan bohlke?!" and i'm like "yes!!!!" so, they let me in, and it's james davies. and HE sat and listened to me ramble for an hour... (poor james. again, people need to ignore me when i'm this wasted. i had such a crush on him in high school, and the first time i talk to him, i'm wasted and ridiculous. so sad.)
then, i went to matt's house and threw mulch at his window until he came and unlocked the door. i'm such a good friend. it was five am when i made it over there. and i'm yelling and throwing stuff.
all in all, a pretty good saturday night. the highlight was prolly me drunkenly going on about how joe was so freaking tall, and grown up, and handsome... (seriously, i was like "you grew up! what happened!?") i'm sure he was like "man, megan's crazy. note to self, avoid her when she's downtown..." oh well, i think everyone in iowa city should make that note to self. or maybe i should try to be less ridiculous. i was pretty good... for me. and i remember all night... which i find amazing... so... yeah.
i've been meaning to blog about this since i got home, but i keep forgetting. doh. but i did it tonight! yay!
i'm gonna finish eating and watching futurama.
posted by megan at 12:14 AM
2 Comments:
no...I don't think I have this all knowing email. Can you send it to me?
*sigh* I'm so over this crazy person who seems to live and breathe my never updated blog. I am desperately in need of password protecting and whatnot...because this kid is just so random and unecessary.
WordPress and MovableType let you transfer a blogger account over...and it looks like DreamHost has everything you need for it...so those might be worth experimenting with :)
Anywho, sounds like you had a fun weekend! (^_^) Isn't it weird how much some people have changed...and others are *exactly* the same?
Oh yeah, I was also going to tell you that there is an Awesome 80s Prom night show in the cities too. I thought of you (^_~). I might go...it could be too amusing to pass up.
HAHA, i love it.
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