It's the Final Countdown
With the departure of my two partners in crime, Jenna and Ali, on Thursday afternoon it looked as if I would have a quiet and relaxing weekend. How wrong I was...
Friday I return from a full day of working at the Union with plans of going to the serf, getting ahead in a few classes, making some dinner and maybe heading out. Thanks to my girlfriends from freshman year (who graduate in a few short weeks, tear) this time-line was completely erased with the following words,
"Katie we're going to FAC at 4, you have to come- it's the LAST TIME!"
Well hell, the last one??? How did this happen? I shed a few tears as I got ready, the reality of this very sad situation hitting me. My Amy, Wendy, and Martha leaving me? We met promptly at 4, vowing to hit it hard- make the last one, the best one. We had good intentions.
All started well. We played cards, flip cup, danced, bonded in the bathroom, brought ians into the bar... Then we decided to be typical drunk girls. Our party ended at 10:30. Here's to all the glorious times we've shared. You can find me crashing on their couch in Chicago next year.
Saturday, after a full night of sleep, Grace and I headed up the first Farmer's Market of the season. We bought food for a feast that night. Walking back from the square we took note of the good weather and decided it was a fine day for a beer. We kidnapped Williams, still raging drunk, and brought him along with us. Dan joined us at Brats and what started as casual day drinking continued like this...
Beer and Bloody Mary's at Brats... Stoli's, double Stoli's, white russians, jameson shots and bay breezes at Quintons- hammered we stumbled back to my apartment at 6:30- by this time we had also acquired Bruni and Megan P-C. Making dinner we opened the wine... some chose to mix wine and vodka. I refused, maybe the only truly smart decision I made all day. Drinking, eating, and smoking hookah we committed ourselves to the night. This was serious now. At 10 we headed over to a party to play some beer pong. Grace did a keg stand. Eventually I found myself walking passed my apartment once again. It was midnight. For one quick second I thought about going to bed. Then I reminded myself, I was committed. 2:00am my bedtime would be. After a few more drinks at The Redshed and Brother's and a headache coming on strong, last call was finally announced. I made it.
9:30 am Sunday. I glance at my clock. Shiiiit. Brewer game... a no go. I forced myself to sleep until 2. Wake up feeling dandy. Walk out of my room- look to the right. The remains of the night before. Anyone know how to remove red wine stains from carpet? Bruni, your clothes are still here. Dan, your coat is still here. Megan, your broccoli is still here. Williams, your hookah is still here. Everyone, a little part of your life was left here too.
Grace and I like to tell ourselves we were just practicing for Mifflin... Nothing less, but oh so much more.
Oh, and sorry to everyone I hung up on (Ali, Jenna, and Adam). Apparently I have no patience for listening to people, sadly this includes my dear friends, jabber on the phone when alcohol runs through my veins.
Final interview with Zurich on Thursday for the NY position...
Best Friends
Only a best friend would tell you that your favorite go-to shirt... you know the one you put on when NOTHING else looks right, does not flatter your figure.
Thanks Jenna.
Now help me find a new shirt.
WARNING... Fun Times Ahead.
Thursday- Essenhaus, boots all around!
Friday- Chicago for Sushi Samba/RENT/bars
Saturday- home for good food & good drinks
Sunday- Easter fun, who doesn't like chocolate at 10am?
I can barely contain myself. And not even one exam to get in the way of my pleasure!
Now, if only that hiring manager in New York would get back to me so I can get on buying my super expensive plane ticket...
My mother...
Spring has arrived and summer is nearly here. The weather has finally risen to the occasion and has stopped giving me blue balls.
I had a simply fabulous weekend. I headed back to Green Lake on Friday night to spend some quality time with Sue and Marty (aka The Parents). We went out for beer and a fish-fry and passed out real early. My poor broken body required nothing else. Saturday morning I helped proctor the ACT test. It does not seem like that long ago I was the one taking the test. However, if I count the years that have passed they add up to four. Did anybody realize that you get $103 for reading those damn instructions to the test takers? Neither did I!
Every time I see my parents I find myself respecting and looking up to them more. They are both hard working individuals that genuinely care about making a difference in people's lives. My mom is a high school math teacher. Driving up to Appleton to do a little shopping we got to talking about how school was going and about her students. Now, when I was in high school I was always embarrassed by the fact that she taught in a neighboring school district because many of my friends would end up in her classes and I always hated the idea of her disciplining them. However, yesterday I learned that my mom is the type of teacher that every child should have the privilege of having. She cares so much about every one of them- regardless of how they act in class. She is concerned about their well being and does not just want to teach them math skills, but lessons that they can use in life.
I had no idea that my mom keeps food in her closet at school for a few kids that have been kicked out of their homes and often have no money for lunch.
I had no idea that my mom is helping pilot a charter program at her high school to help reach students that do not learn in a traditional way.
I had no idea that my mom was able to help convince a child that needed help to seek counseling.
I had no idea that my mother, the same one that I had been embarrassed of in high school, is one of the best teachers in the world and is not only able to teach math, but help her students that are in need of services far beyond that of an educator. You can not comprehend how ashamed I feel for being embarrassed of the mere fact that she had to discipline my friends a few times... when she is only trying to make a difference.
Red Light!
Dear Stress Level,
Chill out for a bit- k?
Thanks!
Love,
Katie
One exam down- A.
Two more to go- not a prob.
That damn phone interview that is looming over my head... is that why my hands are shaking?
Shoutout to Adam for making some decent dinner and sharing.
Shoutout to my mom for sending me Easter candy eggs with the attached message...
"Each egg is filled with wisdom and knowledge to use in the next few days!"
Oh Sue!
I do NOT look 14
(and that is all there is to it)
Tuesday- Mkt 640 exam
Wednesday- phone interview w. Zurich for position in NYC
Thursday- Finance and OTM exams.
Bring it on baby.
P.S. I have an infatuation with a young boy. Jenna does too.
April Showers
Another weekend has come and gone.
On Friday I made dinner for Jenna and I. We proceeded to have a lazy night by lying around at my apartment drinking wine and smoking shisha.
Saturday I did an all day stretch at the library and was eventually joined by Adam. We took a dinner break and could agree on buritos, but not the restaurant. Neither one of us would give in so we hit up Qdoba and Chipotle. If Chipotle would only start to serve ground sirloin...
After dragging myself to the SERF for a good workout Jenna and I began our martini night. After three drinks and coming up with a strategic plan to find some testosterone we headed out to the bars. We were sending out 'the vibe' like crazy. Then shots got in the way of my good decision making. That is probably why I did not make it to the library today. Damn me.
Tonight was the usual- Desperate and Grey's with the girls. Too bad I wore slippers over to Ali's and it was raining when I had to leave. Note to self... be more weather conscious.
All around it was a pretty decent weekend- relaxing, studious, a little wild- and to top it off I even got a little hangover. Sweet.
