9 posts tagged “alcohol”

Due to unforeseen circumstances (i.e. copious amounts of ice), Lacey and Melissa Day has been extended! On the agenda tonight: strawberry peach daiquiris, the Obama/Clinton debates, and lots of laughing.

In other news, I've started a Tumblr "Minute Blog" at http://mave.tumblr.com for all of those times when I get really mad about something I see or read but don't have the motivation to write a whole blog about. I'm going to try to make the feed a little prettier so that it fits into my sidebar unobtrusively.

1. Finished my last midterm
2. Walked around Winnetka before services because I got there early and it was so nice out, and I wanted to be in the world for a little bit.
3. Went to services, which are rapidly becoming what I look forward to during the week.
4. Drank. Not a lot, but enough.
5. Ate fast food for the first time since I moved to Chicago.
6. Stayed up til 4AM talking with an old friend.
7. Walked barefoot in the grass outside my apartment building while I was on the phone.

Still to come: Cleaning my apartment, shopping, Chicago Botanical Gardens, grocery shopping, sukkah dining at the rabbi's.

Weekends like these remind me that I am indeed still a human being.  

I've made my final journey away from my beloved Columbia for at least a couple weeks - there has been so much driving in my life the last couple of weeks. My car needs a rest, and I need to stay in one place, both physically and mentally, for a little while.

So here's what I've been up to, while I've been gallivanting about the state and not blogging:

• Wednesday: In St. Louis for Billy Joel. Freaking incredible, except for the lack of Vienna and Scenes from an Italian Restaurant. Dad and I met my mother at Pasta House for dinner, and then he and I left for the concert. To be fair, Mr. Joel did make some ill-advised setlist choices - namely, allowing a roadie to sing an ACDC cover and omitting a few of my very favorite songs. I can't expect for him to consult me on such matters. Regardless, it was a great birthday present and I had a good time.
  
• Thursday: Taught and something else that I don't remember now. I did watch some excellent television and studied for a chemistry exam.
• Friday: Took said exam, went to class, sat at Speaker's Circle and was thoroughly entertained by two religious groups that I would deem to be at least somewhat fanatical. One is a little more mainstream, or at least more culturally accepted. I always love it when I encounter people who, when I tell them that I'm Jewish and at least a little serious about it, pretend like they know what it means and that it includes some mechanism of salvation similar to what they have encountered in their own faith. I'm JEWISH - that means that there are at least a few differences between my faith and theirs, and if they were really that interested in converting me, they would learn something about it, so they can tell me why theirs is better.
• Saturday: I went to the grocery store and bought things, and then baked a huge amount. I made: apple cider cupcakes with apple cider icing, vanilla cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting, and cheese burrekas (which are my favorite thing ever). Then, I drove to Rolla, had dinner with my friends down there, and experienced the wonder that is a vodka gimlet.
• Sunday: I drove back to Columbia to teach, and then went back to St. Louis (yeah, I know... three times in a week) for my Aunt Ruth's birthday dinner/medical school interview.
• Today: Woke up, got ready, went shopping for a new shell for my suit, and then went for my interview. I have absolutely no idea how it went. I feel like I'm just holding my breath for May 15th, when I'll hopefully start hearing some good news.
  

Right now, I'm sitting in Tate, burning an hour before my sociology class and the subsequent drive back to St. Louis for Billy FREAKING Joel.

I'm going to write about a sad moment I had on the way here.

My walk from history to Tate passes Speaker's Circle, which I've blogged on previously. The Circle was a busy place today. There were tables for STAND, hosting a Die-In for the Global Days for Darfur, and another for the Invisible Children "Displace Me" event in Kansas City.

And there was a table for the Asian American Student Organization, collecting messages to send to Virginia Tech and distributing ribbons.

I found it really upsetting that they feel that they have to respond this way, offering up sympathy because one crazy asshole who happened to be crazy opened fire on a bunch of people. White people kill people all the time, and we don't apologize on behalf of our fellow crazy Caucasians.

I had a much better-formed rant, but I'm far too tired and a tiny bit hungover.
I went to Flat Branch last night to celebrate Kelly's 21st and buy her a beer. I had a cider and a piece of chocolate torte that was incredible. Then, I drove my car to Hillel for the night, and went with Lacey and Jeremy to Quinton's to celebrate finishing my thesis. Went home around 11, and I wanted to stay awake to watch TV, but fell asleep.

When I woke up this morning, I had a really hard time convincing myself that it wasn't Saturday. I had a meeting with a woman who wants me to babysit their granddaughter, so I had to go retrieve my car and then go to Panera for breakfast. Then, class, class, here, more class, then onward to STL! Hooray!

"Quiverful." "Ew."

"Sweetie, I'm not dating you because you're cool."

"Jesus loves you. And he wants you to have a rockin' bod."

"I'm lookin' out for number one." ::Points to self::

Learning all about the "side effects" of vasectomies.

Finding out that people I went to high school with are now both hot and gay, which is fine, but sad for me, because they are not hot and straight.

Lacey: So yeah, there's a sex shop between Greg's house and the uhhh.. airport.
Lacey: I almost said fire department, but I knew that wasn't the right word, so...

I love drinking with Lacey!!     

A chronicle of yesterday:

Rachel picked Lindsay and me up at 6AM, so that all of the SYRF interns could drive to St. Louis. We went to the church to meet our boss, whom I had actually never met before. She's pretty amazing. I want to have Rev. Becky's ability to actually say the things in my head as eloquently as she does. I know that it takes practice, and I'll get there, but I don't know if I'll ever be as good as she is. She has the sound-byte game down perfectly.

So we met Adele, and the five of us drove to Urbana/Champaign. I wasn't really sure what we were going for, just that we were speaking at a conference on sex and sexuality. It ended up being a Unitarian Universalist young adults conference, and they were doing some pretty interesting activities. We weren't actually there but for about four hours, but the things that I saw there totally defied anything that I could have expected. We were at their college center, and they had stations like a "sensual touch" station, and a table for "porno-gami" - Japanese paper folding to create sexual shapes. Whatever. It was good people. We were oddly the most conservative thing they had seen all weekend, which definitely a position we're not used to being in. The talking was good - a lot of them didn't know that there was an interfaith organization that condoned pro-choice action. Or that there was such a thing as a pro-choice Catholic, or organized pro-choice Christians.

After that, we drove back to St. Louis, and then the interns went back to Columbia. The drive back to CoMO was fantastic, and totally a good time. I'm really going to miss Rachel when she leaves next semester. I feel like I'm really just getting to know her, too. Stupid getting-old-and-growing-up. My parents called to tell me that they brought a cat home yesterday (great, since, you know, Heidi died about five minutes ago). Her name is Daisy.

Back in Columbia, I called an old youth group advisor from Rainbow (a camp that I work at every summer) and NFTY, and we went out for a drink. He bought, which was funny. One of those things I never thought I'd see. Whatever, it was fun...

So today is nothing but Micro, secondaries, and PChem. Boooo.

Not much in my life has changed.

I used to have rounds of exams, where I'd have lots of exams over the course of a week or two. Now, I'm constantly studying for tests and writing lab reports and papers.

I'm still passing PChem. Got a C on the first test - good enough for me! Find me a med school that will look down on even just passing that class. It's genuinely awful, and I'm pretty sure that on December 13th, I will forget everything I had to know for it.

Things with the boy are still very good. Wonderful. It's all very new for me, still, and admittedly a little bit overwhelming. I'm not used to wanting to feel like this, all vulnerable, but he brings out some good things in me. And, we have a lot of fun together.

In other news, I was in Rolla this weekend for a day or so, which was very nice. Beth and Ryan played drunk Set against J and I. Needless to say, we pounded their asses. The drinks were good, and I had the chance to experience some of greater Rolla, namely Alex's Pizza and Payless Shoes. Oh man. I want to transport Alex's Pizza to Columbia. But then, where would we go to eat in Rolla?

Microbiology exam in thirty-five minutes. I should probably go put real clothes on.