Def. a Mojito

I’m mixing things up a bit, writing from yet another location. I’m in Tahiti, enjoying a Mai-Tai. Indy was boring me. I’m lying. I’m actually in Boston and that’s the truth. Frou is showering and I’m writing.

And – btw – to those of you in the know – I’m safe and sound and no bodily harm has come to me yet, just in case you worried about any close encounters of the third kind. That’s what they say, right? Third kind? Isn’t that an expression? I think it refers to extraterrestrial stuff, which of course I’m not talking about, but whatever.

Anyway, so of course I’ve done some shopping since arriving. Went down to Newbury Street yesterday and tooled around for some time. The weekend wouldn’t have been a weekend without the purchase of a new bag. But I won’t describe it b/c I know that you honestly don’t really care what it looks like or what I purchased for that matter, but you know what is funny is that we went to all these stores where they have live DJs spinning. I don’t so much get that. Do I need house shit blaring while I’m trying on the hottest white jeans ever? I was in Puma trying on a jacket when I turned to Brett (whose clothing taste, btw, continues to spiral into the oblivions of ultra-trendy-urban-male – and PS: I snapped a picture after a brief wrestling session of the manpris and boy are they silly) and told him that I definitely am getting old, b/c the music was really pissing me off. Then we left. BTW: I’m on a quest for a hat. Like a daytime hat. What do you think? I am going to find one today I think.

Oh, I have BIG news too. It’s actually quite lucky that I came this weekend and talked a certain NY friend to come in and chill w/ us, b/c I got to be one of the first to hear of a pending…engagement!!!!!! And it so happens that I am madly in love w/ the soon to be fiancé of my friend (no I mean not like that like I’m not going to try to seduce him or something, he’s just wicked awesome). And how romantic is this: the guy this weekend is flying to my friend’s hometown to ask permission from her parents. He tried to lie and say he was going on a biz trip, but he sux at lying I guess. I’m swooning right now. I am. Swooning.

So other than that it’s been a lot of the typical were we recount stories of yesteryear, such as the time I mistakenly flashed two male friends and was completely oblivious to that fact. Or, the time when we were in Miami and hired a fake stripper. No joke. He was not actually a real stripper. So that was funny.

And some new stories, such as the fact that some shithead at biz school calls Roo long island tea. She doesn’t like it. For the record, she’d much rather be a cosmo or a vodka soda. Personally I’d like to be a mojito. Not only b/c it’s tasty and fun, but b/c it has all that green mint in it, and you know I love green. This is kind of a fun game. Although I guess for some people it’s so obvi and for some it’s kinda hard. But I guess if I have any sucky classes this coming quarter it’s a new game to play to pass time.