Spring Break Review

I'm not sure if there was a holiday or some sort of occasion but there was an abundance of people out on Monday night. Pig on 2nd had a good crowd and live music and for the celebration of my first day of freedom I decided it was Bellini Monday and went full force. I lost track after number 5. Even the bartender couldn't remember. Then it took me a full day to realize there was also a shot of Jameson involved before I left and then a glass of wine down the block. Who am I?! I sure was paying for it the next day. My head still hurts.

I ran away for 2 days and went on a roadtrip to PA this week. Along the way we stopped at college radio stations to promote my cousins new album. From being on campuses I realized, and I know for a fact, that if I had dormed at school I would be THAT girl. You know, the one who's always drunk and known to have slept with half the rugby team. I'm easily influenced and swayed by peer pressure. It's the self destructiveness that lurks within me. I'm glad and sad at the same time about not having that experience. Wait, not sad about being a crazy whorebag but sad that I'll never know if that's true or not.

I was at the park with Marky Mark this week where we people watched and drank 2 bottles of wine. And we noticed the groups of teenagers on the Great Lawn. They were like little casts of Gossip Girl. The typical Manhattanite teenagers. You can spot them a mile away. We started talking about how different we would be if we grew up in a city like NYC instead of where we did (I do realize that the Bronx IS part of NYC but it is NOTHING like Manhattan). There were no bars around the corner or clubs or taxis at any time of night. It's such a different upbringing than that which we see on Gossip Girl. And we wondered if we would have gotten sucked into the Paris Hilton world of clubbing at 15 and being spoiled and entitled little shitheads. Probably. Like I said before, I'm easily influenced.

My roommates are leaving me. Not forever but for a week. Both at the same time. That's never happened before. So, that means I'm going to be alone for a week in this shitty apartment. That's unsettling. Because I HATE this building. I hate it more and more with every day that passes. I hate that my room is covered in plastic because of the leaks. I hate that the stupid doors don't stay open on their own. I hate the guy on the 2nd floor who keeps complaining that people are throwing cigarette butts onto his terrace almost every day. And most of all, I hate the day 3 years ago when I first noticed this building. Because it's brought me nothing but trouble. It's not good when you pull up to your building and it takes you two minutes to leave the car because you loathe walking into it. There are other reasons why I hate coming home which has led me to finally give in and run away on a weekly basis. Someone had suggested that a few weeks ago and they were right. Being away for 2 days this week made me feel a lot better. Less anxious. So, as of right now, Pittsburgh, Boston, D.C., and Chicago are on my list. I guess I'll be doing some overtime to fund these trips.