Hello, hello! It’s a good thing that before I headed into the craziest week of my career thus far, I had a weekend of college proportions.
My absolute best friend in the entire world, Muffin, flew into Columbus from NYC on Friday the 13th for a reunion weekend. We wasted no time once arriving in Athens. Tunes up, curling and straightening irons on, drinks poured. Ready.
The progression (regression) throughout one hour was notable.
In every bar we visited, we heard one “cultish, chant-like song” (hilarious description), We Are Young. The irony of 18-22 year olds (and myself) singing every word of We Are Young with vigor was laughable but wonderful.
The next morning, I felt like the bottom of a shoe. For the love of all things good! I was in pain. How, how, did I do this three nights a week in 2010? HOW?
I practically fell face-first into a pile of tortilla chips at 2 p.m., when we summoned a scant ounce of energy.
Muffin, DM and I dined luxuriously at hole-in-the-wall Casa Lopez. It’s the best.
Muffin and I then spent the rest of the day watching mindless t.v. and eating gummy bears. Basically, it was a perfect afternoon.
In the evening, we prepped for an alumni event at which we stayed for only 30 minutes. Whatever. You leave when people shake their heads at your totally not-too-short shorts.
And we feasted, round two.
Of course, things went from sweet to rowdy again.
Into the wee hours of the night, we danced, talked page layout, got emotional about fonts, and took penis colada shots.
The next morning, we felt fantastic. We’d done what we set out to do: have a flipping blast. We chatted about the weekend’s happenings over brunch.
Afterward, we trotted around uptown, searching for “hippie jewelry” and anything interesting.
It was the best weekend of 2012 thus far. I felt alive and like my old self…and then I had the first 80-plus-hour workweek of my life. It figured. Work hard, play hard. We are young anyway, right?
Ciao for now,
Question: How are YOU?! What’s been a big highlight in your life lately?