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lunedì, ottobre 11, 2004

The Weekend of 18 

This weekend was ultra-awesome. I finished my important-urgent homework on Saturday morning, which left 2 1/2 days of pure, unadulterated freedom. The arrival of the Colleen and her parentage on Saturday afternoon created much joy, and the party/gathering at Laura's was good times indeed. We should really all do that more often. Except about half of us are all spread thinly over the country. But Empire Records is vastly amusing, and posing seductively on the stairs is really quite hilarious.
And then THE BAR. Who thought I would ever go to a bar the first weekend of being 18? 'Twas all in good fun. Ok, so I only had one drink, but it was still fun explaining to my mom the next morning that Colleen bought me a porn star. And the dancing is really good exercise, and there really weren't THAT many creepy guys. I'm sure there would be more at some of the seedier-type joints.
So I slept in til about noon on Sunday - completely unintentionally, I might add - and spent much of the afternoon lolling about in the kitchen with Colleen and the Mams. Then, because it was such a fantabulously gorgeous day we went and took pictures by the Wood Bridge. Throwing leaves is fun!!!!
Thanksgiving dinner was uber-good. All the food was so tasty, and of course being with the Crowes is always a good time. Then the next morning I tried Mahubas? Mahumbas? anyway, something Lebanese for the first time, and I might add that they was GOOD. Also, i met Colleen's friend Christina for the first time, and I got to see the Facey yearbook. It's not fair; how come they get their's so early? Oh, well, Sal yearbooks are better anyway. No offence, you Facey-ites. Wahahahha.
Well this is massively long, and if I play my cards right, I may be able to get in some extra homework, a shower, changing bedsheets, doing my nails, and watching the Last Samurai all before 10. In short (too late), I'd better get crackin.
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