Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

This is for a certain girl in Boston who understands another certain girl =) A friend and I were in one of those really great conversations where you get so excited to say everything on your mind you both start jumping up and down and screaming. Then I realized we were both screaming in the middle of West Campus Dining hall and that's mildly embarrassing, though not entirely uncommon. I've done worse...like Marathon Monday last year when I ate all the icing and m&ms in the dessert area...angry Asians are the worst Asians. Or the time Al Anya B and I spent 3 hours at Sunday brunch still drunk, making asses of ourselves as we knocked over chairs, spun in circles, and laughed so hard we cried...then all pretty much passed out at the table. Or when B dropped an entire stack of plates in the middle of dinner rush, screamed, " I CAN"T EVEN DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!" and left me to deal with it. Everyone thought I dropped the plates. I did not drop the plates. I have...

You know what's a sure fire way to guarantee your night is going to be ridiculous? Not even thinking about leaving your dorm until past 11, then not actually leaving until after midnight. One minute I'm perfectly comfortable in my flannel sweatpants, sipping my Tropicana Strawberry/Mango juice, chatting with my girl Rach, and watching one of my all time favorite movies, Pretty Woman, and then the next minute I find myself throwing back shots in four inch stilettos and dancing to BedRock. How does this happen? From what I can remember the night started with a cab ride to Harvard, followed by flirting with the bouncer to the OWL to get in, followed by getting hit on by pretentious Harvard boys who probably all stand on the smaller side of the bell curve - if you know what I mean. Quickly thereafter I waited in a bathroom line, got groped by some random girl who deemed me her new best friend, judged some awkward drunk freshman girls, almost climbed a tree, shot dirty looks to a be...