I went to Irish Weekend and alls I got was a freshly squeeze lemonade

But it was SO good.

I had a busy little Saturday. Neumann played Cedar Crest. Those chicks gave us a run for our money. We still won but we're going to need some serious focus if we want to stand a chance in our upcoming conference games. After a little scouting on Saturday afternoon, I headed to Wildwood to check out Irish weekend. My plan was to meet up with the college friends but when I got there, I ran into Meg Doc and it turned out to be an all Prendie night.

We tent-hopped for a majority of the night. Normally I'm annoyed when I'm stone cold sober around a bunch of day-long drinkers but it actually was fun for me. Being of the not-drinking crowd did make the Irish music a little more difficult to endure- everyone was dancing and I don't know how to act when live music is being played and I wasn't up for percolating in my hoodie...but it was still fun. (Aside: I can't believe 'hoodie' still doesn't pass spell check yet.)

I had a scary moment when walking through the (wasted) crowd when some bitch thought I was pushing her... but I was really being pushed by someone in the group we were hanging out with...so I knocked into this chick a little and she looked at me like I spit on her mother. I was about to rip both of their heads off when I was reminded...I was sober. And they were not. Their beer muscles prevailed.

Highlights of the night (aside from all of the friend conversations): 1. Pulled pork sammy. 2. Fresh-squeezed boardwalk lemonade. 3. Sleeping in my own bed making snow angels out of the sheets.

Around 11:45pm I hopped in the car and decided it was time to bounce. I really hate driving in the rain but I hate sleeping on the floor even more and Audrey had reviewed with me what she found behind the dresser at the Carideon.

I easily navigated 47-347-55-322, crossed the Commodore Barry and was home in just under an hour and forty five minutes.

I didn't get any Mack's (which really was the motivation for the whole trip) but I think I'm off pizza for a bit.

I've been teasing Todd recently. He can't fight his way around a kitchen. He can load one heck of a dishwasher...but has a tough time following the directions on the Mama Celeste box if they include more steps than "place in microwave for 3 minutes." From what I gathered from our GChat, he's making me dinner tonight.

Sweetie!: what time is ur practice tonight?

me: 7-830

11:54 AM Sweetie!: ok

dinner @ 8:30-9:00?

@ living room

w/ head waiter scamp (NOTE: Scamp is a cat)

bus boys mahalo and dieter (NOTE: also cats)

me: oh!

Sweetie!: and restaurant manager picklestien (NOTE: Cookie, another cat)

me: sweetie's doing it!

11:55 AM oh!

Sweetie!: yeah

and scary me the chef

me: ha

Another side note- I had a crush-type dream about Hugh Laurie last night. Weird.