Four Score and Seven Years Ago...

Hello blog. I have missed you, but my body has appreciated the vacation. I have been pretty well behaved for the past month, or so I like to think. I have made bad decisions, but those decisions weren't due to clouded judgment. However, my vacation ended this past weekend as I took a road trip to Harrisonburg, Virginia to visit one of my favorite people in the entire world... Joshy!

Brando and I hopped in the car at 3:30 Friday afternoon and made our trek to the great state of Virginia.

Things I enjoyed about Harrisonburg (other than the people, the partying, and the escape from NY)

1. The fact that I could buy 10 pounds of potatoes for $3. Did I use 10 pounds of potatoes while there? Absolutely not, but they were only $3!
2. Ability to buy 6 boneless skinless chicken breasts for $5.45. I turned to the lady next to me that was picking breasts and said, "this is such a great deal!"
3. Going on hikes. Steep hikes. With dogs that pull you up the mountain. And Mennonites that drive down the road in a horse and carriage and super fun clothes. It reminded me of The Little House on the Prairie.
4. Fall. Trees. Leaves changing.

I feel like that list could continue for ages, but I'm tired of thinking of things because it makes me depressed that I'm not there.

Brando and I arrived Friday night and promptly went out to the Dodger. Apparently the Artful Dodger is Harrisonburg's gay bar, but is enjoyed by all seeing that it is the only place to dance. And sometimes you've just gotta dance! For being a small town in the middle of nowhere, Harrisonburg has a lot of gays, and I love my gays, but I have never seen such a high concentration of lesbians. Holy scare the crap out of me. We chose to play the game girl or guy. I'm sure you can figure out what this game entails.

We left the Dodger because we closed the place down... at 1:30 am. I didn't know that bars closed so early. We chose Total Eclipse of the Heart as our last dance. And the five of us that were there rocked it out! Brando, however, chose to go up to the DJ and demand that he play Total Eclipse of the Heart because we were the only people left, and we had been there the whole night. The DJ informed him that that was the song that was currently playing. Brando had a little to much to drink that night. Precious soul.

We went back to Joshy's friend's apartment and continued to rage on. Then made the glorious decision to walk to 7-11 and get a slurpie for Brando. I'm pretty sure we spent at least 30 minutes in 7-11. Made friends with the clerk, who ended up taste testing all the slurpie flavors with Brando (I later spiked his slurpie purchase with Bourbon... oops). Joshy and I bought 5 hour energy drinks, which we never ended up drinking, and that's when the rest of the night becomes hazy.

We wake up on Saturday morning to dogs attacking us in Joshy's apartment at around 11:30 am and I decide this means I should get up and make pancakes, still drunk. We eat breakfast, then all of us get into Joshy's bed and go back to sleep until 2 pm. Mind you, Joshy has to be at work at 3 pm to do the weather. Ahhhhh! Don't worry, he made it.

We rocked out again on Saturday night. Brando and I headed to the tv station to watch Joshy in all his glory, then headed home to start the party. We went to the Dodger again, where Baberaham Lincoln met up with us, this was one of Joshy's friends who attended a costume party prior to going out. This is when the comments began coming out. Comments included... "excuse me, you're going to need to back away from the President" and "did you know that he freed you?" Terrible! I also tried to do a magic trick with Good Ole Abe's top hat. Unfortunately I was double fisting and ended up pouring out most of my beer onto the floor, and not realizing it in the slightest. I thought the were all laughing at my magic trick. Oh, well.

Here's a video for your enjoyment. This song was our "Perfect" song to turn to whenever needed. Please enjoy the version from Old School because we did turn this portion on after closing the bar on Saturday night. Totally necessary. Please note Will Ferrell's face...



Friends and fun like the excitement from this weekend make me miss my old life. New York has so much to offer, but I feel so lost here. Few people here know the real E, and those that do are a lot of times the people I'm trying to avoid.


xoxo,

E

P.S. One of the girls we hung out with has a coozie collection and has everything monogrammed. I miss these types of people. They are few and far between up here!

P.P.S. I know this post isn't my best work, but so much time has passed and I had to start again somewhere. This wasn't a random encounter, this was planned. However, I have some dates that are coming up which could be quite interesting. Tune in next time to find out if I survive dating people that I have nothing in common with!