i got an email today, helpfully announcing that there are at least 40 registered sex offenders in my neighborhood. "creepy," i thought to myself, "but what an excellent public service! do they really hunt down everyone's email address?" eventually i figured out that the email was not, in fact, an attempt to keep the public informed, but rather some kind of "keep your children safe" scam, trying to trick me into buying some sort of portfolio detailing all the gory details about the local miscreants.
"sweet," i further thought to myself, "i don't have kids, and as such i don't really care about who the local sex offenders are."
this, my friends, is the story of my life: self-indulgent, irresponsible ignorance.
i feel good about it, actually. but for my relatively care-free existence, and my entourage of relatively care-free friends i wouldn't have the following highlight reel for the week:
saturday: mid morning jog with my lovely friends who let me shower at their house, fed me breakfast, and sent me off to the airport with little baggies of snacks. arrival to pittsburgh to visit one of my new orleans bffs and her husband, who sat me down sequentially in front of carribbean food, a hookah, a bottle of whine, fish tacos, and yuengling on tap. then there was some fairly entertaining tipsy text messaging before we all went to bed drunk and content.
monday: road trip from pittsburgh to falling water (ok, i suppose i can't really hold up love of frank lloyd wright as demonstration of my carefree youthfulness), some cursory exploration of one of the kayak towns where we stood ankle deep in a river feeling pleased with ourselves, and finally, a lovely trip back to the airport, drinking diet mountain dew, eating amish beef jerky, singing along to my friends' new akon cd.
thursday (i know, how could i possibly top diet mountain dew and amish beef jerky?): trip to caesar's on braodway to rekindle my romance with carne asada nachos, about which i've thought non-stop since i tried them a couple of weeks ago with one of my other new orleans bffs and her boyfriend. it turned out that my soon-to-be-wed blogmate also had such hankerings (see the title of this post, an immediately immortalized phrase for which i can take no credit), and also shared my desire for margaritas and gossip. while i think we both looked a bit cuter than usual, i can't really explain the deluge of free stuff that arrived at our table. and while i stand by my belief that it's just the right thing to do to down shots when they appear, unsolicited in front of you, i don't how i thought i could avoid the ensuing drunkenness. then, of course, there was more tipsy text messaging.
if you're not jealous you should be.
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