DOOMSDAY…maybe next time?

Whelp, the end of the world came and went, and we’re all still here. Good thing too, because the apocalypse would have really ruined my super awesome weekend.

Friday Night:

In true Team Shitty fashion, it was a night of attracting creepsters, running into people 

who would be best left in the past, sending ridiculous texts that made little sense (even 

to the sender), and closing down not one but two bars while playing Erotic Photo Hunt. 

Some nights it’s like nothing has changed since college, and I’d prefer to keep it that 

way.

Please refer to the following live tweets of the cab ride for what I consider to be a very 

descriptive synopsis of the evening:

Now that you’re all caught up, we have an issue at hand. Gedmin seems to think that she 

can usurp my awkwardness throne and take over my title. After reading the texts she sent 

Friday night, I have to admit that she has potential. I mean, ending every text message 

with a question mark (especially ones that aren’t questions) gives her a certain awkward 

flair that I didn’t anticipate. Well done, Gedmin? I’m looking forward to the competition?

…Rapture?

Saturday Night:

You may be shocked by this, but I go to charity events for all the wrong reasons. As long 

as there is an open bar and entertainment, I wouldn’t care if we’re all raising money for 

zombie awareness. Entertainment, however, is in the eye of the beholder. I spent most of 

Saturday night being entertained by a mustache drawn on my finger and a bicycle helmet. 

(Doesn’t take much, my friends.)

Drinking for the kids! Please ignore my creepy red eyes.

Anyway, the event was to raise money for an organization where Alli volunteers. She’s 

definitely getting Raptured before I am. The night gets a little bit hazy after the open bar 

shut down (seriously, will I ever be mature enough to handle an open bar responsibly?

) but Alli did win a set of Beanie Babies in the silent auction – so really, everyone was a 

winner.

More photos to come once I steal them from the party pics website. Oh, stop acting all 

high and mighty like you’ve never done it before.

P.S. I changed my comment settings so even you non-bloggers (pfft) can comment now. 

So do it, aight? But remember – use this privilege responsibly. Let’s be safe out there.

P.P.S. Blogger is being all sorts of weird with spacing right now. I apologize if this shows up all jumbled or way spaced out.