I'm impressed with myself. I went to the fireworks last night, saw the concert (Philly - John Legend, Stylistics, etc.) and did the most unladylike pub crawl ever.
My cousins 'dragged' me out to the concert in the rain, and I'm glad they did. Have you ever had one of those friends whom you only see on certain occasions, and whose last name you can only guess at because you only know them in a cursory manner? Well, when Madonna came to Philly in 2006, I went (solo, cause of my dootyheaded ex), and met this really cool dude named Tyvelle. After the concert, we ran into each other once more at some citywide party thing I have no recollection of. We flipped numbers, and I saved him from making a pass at a bad idea.
Well, last night, it was like we were conjoined twins. Through a crowd of I assume thousands, out of nowhere comes this towertall, self proclaimed queen shouting my name. It was like siblings reunited. And we hadn't known the other would be down there. So awesome. And he fit in perfect with my cousins too.
I would not advise, however, trying to prove that a guy is no good for a friend on the merit of how you can drink them under the table. Not a good look at all. As a result, I had this really weird dream that was both past and present. My mom had a full head of dark hair, and I was an adult. I flipped her off, I thought, behind her back, but she saw, and said the words no kid in my house wanted to hear, "The basement". That means you're in trouble. All of a sudden, I had the serious need for the loo. As it was one of the many excuses I used as a kid to get out of trouble, Mom didn't go for it. Luckily, I woke up just then. Phew!
Anyhoo, that was my Friday night. Amazingly enough, I still have yet to experience my first hangover, and of course I woke up at 6am on the dot.
YAY for Fridays!
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