I'm an SBS with the U30 unit of MBU at CB
In case you don't speak French, it says "Backpacking for Retards." Actually, that might not even be French. Who knows? This pic was taken in our hostel in Belgium, where like 30 languages meet and are spoken daily. Me and Maura adapted our own mottos of bp-ing: 1) There's no crying in backpacking. 2) Be cheap and flexible. We of course had no problem with motto #2, but as time wore on, well, the waterworks started pouring. 
Sarah discovers Bon Jovi...Germany discovers Bon Jovi...Sarah discovers Germany...Germany discovers Sarah likes to drink...[*actual timeline may be adjusted; for instance, my tongue indicates I've been drinking for a while]
Maura & Sarah sneak cigs behind the rents' backs in an alleyway in Grimaud, France. Ahh, the pleasures of traveling with family.
Maura snuck a few more cigs than me though...this one happened in Giverny, at an $$ coffeeship near Monet's home, and we were anxiously on the lookout for K & R.
I can't figure out how to put the body of this text before the pics, so go back to the title: does that mean anything to you? It pretty much has the same effect on me now that I've spent a full day in my acronym-rich career environment. But I've decided I will be acronym-queen to Ben's acronym-queen, and will speak in acronyms as often as possible to maximize my efficiency and keep other career-minded young professionals on their toes. Expect an influx of acronyms that make no sense, and sound like submarine war ships with torpedoes.
Rudy's my mentor thus far, and has been briefing me on relevant industry buzzwords, like the powwow he is lead singer of (for those not in the know, a powwow is the motivational pep rally that sometimes happens multiple times per day). Today I got to witness a guy sing "Happy Birthday" in front of the class because he was late to our post-lunch meeting. He vetoed "I'm a Little Teacup" and the theme to "Happy Days" because he claimed not to know the words of either. I knew Rudy would have had my back when I said, "Sing 'Happy Days'! The words are the days of the week, then 'happy days', capped off with a 'Saturday, what a day, groovin all week with you'!" or what have you. The guy was really not into my suggestions, and horribly embarrassed to sing in public. It was weirdly entertaining to witness, but also incredibly voyeuristic, and I hope I get to watch more of these forced musical numbers for punishment's sake. I even can't wait til I get punished, and I'm going to confer with Rudy to prepare a number, maybe I'll even dance.
My original wife gave me the pics from our extended European honeymoon, and I'm going to start posting more of them soon. Forgive me if some of them are scattered and incomprehensible, but I promise you won't be disappointed. The money shot that I know will bait you is pics of my pratfalls throughout Germany and Belgium, and the bruises I received from theses adventurous nights. Also, have some lakehouse danceparty and shirtless chugfests pics as well.
posted by SES @ 10:13 PM
3 Comments:
I'm behind on posts...
I want to cover the Target shopping spree. I love Target. And anytime I go in there, it's nothing less than a spree to say the least. It doesn't matter what section I'm in, I'll find something I like (ie: housewares = candles that smell like chocolate, little boys section = zip up sweatshirt that actually fits me, porno section = dildo covered in targets).
I condone you for not giving Hillary Duff your (soon to be) hard earned money. I once stole a Mary Kate and Ashley brand necklace from Walmart just because I thought I was really putting a hole in their pockets by doing so. We got out to the parking lot and I pulled it out and yelled "Ripped those bitches off!" and it was funny, but it actually didn't make a fuck of a difference, did it? Ahh well...anyway...Hillary Duff is probably a robot and there is absotlutely NO WAY she could ever beat KC. I thought about it too...but only momentarily. It's just not going to happen.
And Avril is a piece of garbage who is marrying that ugly guy from Sum41. Their babies will be ugly, pop punk Canadians. And what's worse than that?
How's the job going? When do you move into your new place? Do you like the way I dance?
Target is a dangerous place. Steph- I totally have that dildo, but I got mine on sale with a pair of Target fake T.H.O's.
Sarah- where are you? Not like I should talk... when are you moving to the city? I need to know when our friendship will become a one sided usership.
I'm behind on blogs too...it's amazing how fast a day goes by when you're not checking comments every 14 minutes.
sounds like we've all been busy, career-oriented young women lately
with, sadly, not as much time to make fun of each other and tell lewd jokes in an internet forum.
It's 4 days later and I'm still obsessed by Target--I've had to convince myself not to go back and buy that decorative pillow or the new brand of Total cereal, and I'd given myself every argument in the book of why I should have it. So, I guess Target is doing their job, since I'm having arguments with myself about when & why I should return.
Re: Avril Lavigne and Derrick Whibley pro-creating: they will not only have canadian mutant children born with sneers, they will probably have the weirdest-spelled baby names. Like they'd do a punk version of Apple Martin as Appull Lavigne-Whibley.
Or something.
My lease starts Oct. 1, but I'm not sure when the girl who currently lives in my apartment will be moving out...the owner of the building said she's paid through midnight on sept. 30, leaving me all the time in the world to move in. Thanks you fucking stingy bitch, are you pulling a midnight move to your new graduate school program god-knows-where? Do you have no concept of the fact that someone NEW is moving into the apartment that is NO LONGER YOURS?
I'll let you know when I'm there, and Katie, don't push me away. You know it's just as one-sided right now as it will probably be in the city. I told you I'd give you a key to my apt, if you need to leave Tino-ville for a while.
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