So here I am, swiping cards at the WoodPEC (that’s the gym at Emory for all those who aren’t hip to my lingo). As if the early morning didn’t make this job tedious enough, the machine I use to swipe cards is broken and only reads, “Bad Swipe,” which means I can’t tell whose card is legit and who technically can’t come in the gym. So my job just got even more useless. I now let absolutely everyone in (as if I didn’t before). There is no need for me to be here.
But I shouldn’t complain. I get paid $15 to sit here on my butt checking my facebook and updating you fools on my life.
Not too much has been going on. I’ve just been swiping and stapling away. I’ve signed up for more Psych and Neurology studies, but none nearly as lucrative as that first day. This past weekend, dearly beloved roommate Matt moved out, Madison spent the weekend in New Orleans, and Rachel went back to Athens (Georgia, mind you) with some of her friends from her program at the CDC. So that left poor little Lauren and I home alone. Naturally, we came to the conclusion that we should have a party! Unfortunately, that HAD to be the day the US lost and were eliminated from the World Cup, so the overall day had a bit of an overcast tinge to it. But alas.
Fun side story! That Saturday, while swiping away in much the same manner I am now, some guy walked up to me and introduced himself as an alum of Emory (c’07) and then sort of struck up a conversation. He is apparently a third year med student at UPenn (what what!) and had a very positive, but somewhat ostentatious life perspective. He sort of talked at me for about 10 minutes, then asked for my number. I was a bit shocked, so I gave him my number, if only to reward him for being so ballsy. I assumed I wouldn’t really ever have to talk to him since he only asked me to text him my plans for the evening. BUT lo and behold, 2 hours later, he asks me out to dinner at Thaicoon, a sushi place that can be cheap if you want it to, but pricey if you know what to order. I have no idea why, but I said yes. I think I was feeling impulsive and the general consensus of my friends was something like, “Free food!”
So at 7, I showed up and the kid was wearing a blazer! It was adorable! We sat down at the sushi bar (which I think is kind of awkward) and he tries to order us a nice bottle of sake, but unfortunately they carded me and alas, I have no fake anymore. So that sucked. But eventually, we ordered some really nice rolls, he got a few glasses of wine, and we talked for two and a half hours. Or rather, he talked and I sort of nodded along. Now don’t get me wrong, he had a lot of very interesting things to say, but sometimes it felt like I was on a date with an inspirational speaker. He seemed to just want to share his concept of positive thinking and “following your passion,” blah blah blah. Suffice it to say, he’s ridiculously happy training to be a doctor, but also misses his glory days at Emory.
I think the moral of this story was that I got a $20 dinner for free without expending any effort whatsoever. At the end of dinner, he didn’t have a car since he was only in town for two days so I had to drop him back off at his hotel. It was slightly awkward as he was getting out of the car because I could tell he was judging whether or not to try to make a move, but he didn’t and he didn’t pressure me to come inside or anything. So truly, it was free food!
Then I drove back and Lauren and I hosted a party which was also, strangely, good for our wallets. When all was said and done the next day, we were up two-thirds of a handle of bacardi, thre-quarters of a handle of McCormick grape, and our friend Kris bought us two cases of beer to go along with the half case we already had, and then those two cases didn’t get completely finished. Good fucking night, right?!
BUT, I obviously had to black out-pass out at 1 fucking am, so I never really attended the party (which didn’t start until midnight) and I have no recollection of it whatsoever. Fuck my life. I’m going to try harder at our next party:
4th of July Slip n’ Slide!!!!