"Me and alcohol have a love/hate relationship. We're in a fight right now, but we're making up tonight." - Unknown

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


I feel like it has been so long since I last wrote a post for my blog. To be honest, I've been busy doing absolutely nothing and Omegling. That's right, I have just coined the term "Omegling", feel free to use it if you like. I had a pretty eventful weekend. On Friday, my roomies and I (plus our friend Mark), went to Revolution Nightclub. This was my first time going and I must say, I quite enjoyed myself there. This is probably one of the nicest clubs I have ever been to and compared to Philip's, you could pretty much eat off the floors at this place. So we get there, waited in line for about five seconds and as soon as we got inside, I lost my friends. I know I always say that one day I'm going to go to a bar alone and so, I'm saying that Friday was my night alone at the bar. Even though technically I didn't GO to the bar alone, I was still alone in the bar... for the most part. After being so rattled that I couldn't find any of my friends, I decided to just enjoy my time there and hung out on the dancefloor. This is where I found a boy who looks exactly like my hot prof from last semester. So obviously I hung out with him for most of the night because 1) he was hot 2) he was a hockey player and 3) he sang to me. After I left him, I found my friends and also a black man. I'm not going to get into further detail because well, I don't kiss and tell. After that, I found the hockey player again and we played tonsil hockey for a bit, a very competitive sport. I then realized how I hung out with my friends for about two minutes the entire night so called them to see where they were. I called Steph and she said that they were at home. Now, this has never happened to me before because my friends and I never leave the bar without each other. At this point, I was extremely rattled and needed to find a cab home. After wandering off into some field, I was so scared because it was so dark and Steph (still on the phone) guided me back to the light (a cab). I get home, gave the cabby a twenty dollar bill, the fare was six dollars, told him to keep the change and made my way inside. The night was pretty eventful and I must say, probably one of the best nights I have ever had here. Even though the night wasn't over after I got home, I'll let you use your imagination to finish the story.


  1. Hahahah loved this post, very funny, I even laughed out loud a couple times! Tonsil hockey is indeed a very, verrryyyy competitive sport

  2. Its always nice to have a hot guy keep you company when you cant find your friends ;)