oh the drunk dial

Last night was the second annual East Atlanta Village Bar Golf... and while it was way less crazy than last year, it was still really really fun :) I decided to "play" a few holes, and in the process had my first (two) car bombs ever... i was pleasantly surprised by the deliciousness. But in the process of the night, I started talking about drunk dialing vs. drunk texting. It seems that drunk texting is what most people do now when they get to that point in the night, but i don't understand it. I used to be a notorious drunk dialer... it was pretty bad, and i used to leave some RIDICULOUS messages on my friends voicemail. I think my favorite was after going to Tuscaloosa with Stacey a couple of years ago, we were on our way to lunch before I headed back to Knoxville, and my phone rang. It was Lacey, and as I looked at the phone, in my head I thought "Oh shit... did I all her last night?", immediately followed by "What did I say?!" Phone conversations never end well when they start with those two thoughts/sentences.
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But at the same time, somewhere along the way I was able to cut down on the instances where people received alcohol induced phone calls, and while some were a little upset because they find these times extremely entertaining, many more were OK with this. Well, last night I felt all the missed drunk dial opportunities building up in my system, and I knew that I would probably either make a massive number of phone calls and make an ass of myself, or I would make only a few calls and talk to long and possibly say something that I would regret the next day.
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How do you solve this problem? You give your phone to someone else! And Rachel became the enforcer, and promised not go give me my phone back, no matter how many times I asked for it. Well, this worked, until she decided that it would be kinda funny if I was allowed to call one person in my phone. So she took my phone out, found this person's phone number, and I called. We had a fairly uneventful drunken conversation, and while Rachel was not paying attention, I made another phone call, one that I would not have made if I was not slightly intoxicated. And i don't really remember what we talked about (surprise), but I do remember Rachel trying to wrestle my phone away from me in the middle of the sidewalk. It was pretty funny... until I got the phone call today. "Oh shit... ", immediately followed by "What did we talk about?!"
Lesson from this journey into drunk dialing: still love it, still always a good idea (at least at the time).

this is for you manhands

So, recently i received the following facebook email from a "friend":
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1) I wish you updated your blog more. If you do that, I'll try my best to drink and post on the forums to keep you interested.

2) speaking of blogs, my new address is:www.blahblahblah.org I thought it was dumb to have my real last name in the URL and JonCulver convinced me .org is the way to go!!

3) are you finishing grad school next month?...if so that is CRAZY!! Look at you little miss smarty pants (almost) with a grad degree.

I don't know when we'll cross paths next, so here's the "congrats"

If you happen to be bored tomorrow, come to auburn between noon--???...we'll be dowing pitchers of booze at momma gs!!!!!!!!

anyways, i'm bored and need to try to write a boring paper and pretend i know what i'm doing
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I figured that if someone told me that i needed to update the blog more often, then maybe i should do this. actually... i've started this many many times, but because of school and my indentured servitude at Grady, i haven't had all that much time. i know... it is so sad the kind of hit my social life has taken because of graduate school... ah well-- summer is a-coming :)

So where is my life currently? i am so close to being done with grady that it hurts... just giving a test tomorrow and friday, and next week I am basically just showing up because i have to... no lessons to teach, just required to be there. Unfortunatly, because I have been the queen of procrastination, I have to work on my giant history project next week. I have put it off so long, that even though I am having trouble finding enough primary sources for it, I don't have time to start over. guess i'll be winging it as usual. AND i have to write the last essay (because at this point in my life, 4 pages really is an essay) because I've made B's on the first two. You might be saying "Caroloopy... B's aren't bad. They're actually pretty good!" And while normally I would agree with you, I'm pretty set on keeping my mostly A status as a graduate student (stupid EXC...), so a ginormous project and one little tiny essay left, all due two weeks from today... before I head to oregon! yeah for vacation!!!

Let's see... what else? Not too much really. Today i made the decision that susie is now offically in charge of most of my decisions... or least in charge of editing them before they are actually made. It may sound weird, but it is much easier to step back and edit other people's decisions than it is your own... that whole not actually being involved thing. Especially when it comes to boys... i definatly don't make good decisions there-- so susie= in charge.

Besides that there isn't too terribly much going on. My life is school everyday, happy hour every friday, spring leage (4-0!) every saturday that it DOES NOT rain, and then playing catchup on sundays and watching bad movies with my cousin. it works out pretty well. no exciting stories of me going to auburn and making an ass of myself... makes life way less interesting at the least. Although... bar golf is coming up this weekend... there are sure to be stories from that.
the end.