I suppose it's not her fault, as she set the date well before we had even applied to any law school, and we just found out the first day of classes a few weeks ago. Baltimore is approximately a six hour drive from Utica, so we will have to drive to Utica on the Thursday or Friday before the wedding, get there, probably sleep, have wedding nonsense going on all day Saturday, and then drive home early early on Sunday to maximize rest before launching into class on Monday. It's going to be quite stressful. We obviously can't drink at the wedding, because hungover driving for six hours would most likely result in the death of at least one, if not both of us. The thing is though, Zach and I don't really drink. Yes, in my past few years in college I was known as quite the party gal. I went out and drank quite a bit, suffered horrendous hangovers every weekend, but lately I simply can't handle alcohol. I went out a few weekends ago with some friends, and I probably had a grand total of five drinks over the course of the evening, and barely felt drunk; yet, when I awoke on Sunday morning, I had the worst hangover and (sorry for the TMI) couldn't keep anything down all day. I was throwing up WATER at one point.
So, it appears that my drinking days are over. I don't really mind; alcohol is expensive and not all that tasty. I enjoy the occasional wine with dinner and of course, Caucasians (white russians for the non-lebowski obsessed) with my love are always divine.
Anyway, my life is changing rapidly but I'm still enjoying it. Living with Zach
has had its ups and downs, but we get along swimmingly and with the stress of applying to law school and getting into said law schools removed from our lives, we've chilled out a lot and are just trying to enjoy our last few months in Buffalo before we make a massively drastic change. I have just two more weeks of classes until I am done forever with Canisius College, and although I am excited about the future, it is a bit sad. I remember being a freshman and thinking that the seniors were so old, that it would take so long to graduate, and that college would last forever. It didn't. After freshman year, the entire process seemed to go on fast-forward. I remember things as if they occurred yesterday, but then it strikes me that it happened three years ago. Where did the time fly to? Oh well, on to the next stage in life.uhm..What else? I thought I had a lot more to talk about today. Honestly, my life is not that exciting. The worst thing that happened in the past few months was the gas bill. See, apparently National Fuel is an idiotic company that leads people on to believe that their gas bill will be low, and then says "Oh hey, um, we billed you incorrectly for the past few months, you actually owe us A ZILLION DOLLARS" (not really, but considering my financial situation it may have well been). That was a bit of a crisis but thankfully for me, I am in possession of a sugar daddy (or a boyfriend who has a job that makes money) and a mother who didn't wish to see her daughter have to take cold showers. Because that would be tragic.
Winston-cat is adorable as ever. Lately, he has taken to sprinting through the house at top speed, and this results in him often knocking over his water dish, much to Zach's dismay. Zach is not a man who has ever had a pet (really!) in his life, so it's hard to explain to him that Winston does not mean it, Winston is not a person, Winston does not understand English, WINSTON IS A CAT. I don't love the fact that the kitchen is often covered in water, but he is barely a year old. Perhaps the fact that I have had cats all my life and have seen the much worse antics they can display, that causes my compassion.What else? Zach and I did travel to Baltimore semi-recently for a Law Preview Day, where basically the Dean and many panels of current students told us why we should go there. They did a good job, because after the day was over, Zach and I were sold. Unfortunately the weather was drizzly and chilly, but we walked around the city for a few hours and tried to get as acclimated as possible. We ate at the FABULOUS Annabel Lee Tavern, so named for the Edgar Allen Poe poem. Did you know that Baltimore and its citizens are obsessed with Poe? He died there, and there is a Poe statue on campus, and the Baltimore RAVENS (I honestly don't know how I never made this connection) are named for Poe's most famous work. Anyway, Annabel Lee was simply delicious. Zach got a gyro wrap and sweet potato fries, and I went with what the internet (gotta love the Urban Spoon) recommended to me; a Kobe beef slider topped with pulled pork on brioche bread and a side of duck fat fries (which are fries cooked in duck fat. dur). Delicious. We also got a local microbrew, Resurrection, which is only sold at the tavern. Upon telling my mother what I ate, she observed that I am pretty much the exact opposite of my sister Mo. Mo is a vegetarian, and literally everything I ate was an animal product of some kind. I suppose I am carnivorous.
The trip went fairly well, although we got lost an innumerable amount of times and ended up paying $3 for the GPS on my phone to work. It basically saved our lives. Baltimore, here we come! Although not without purchasing an actual GPS first. Baltimore, you are incredibly difficult to navigate.
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