Weekend 2

Thursday - Party at Ben's. Good times. Played us some pong and some Ring of Death. I was the only girl. I behaved, though. I seem to remember going to Man #1's after... who can tell, right?

Friday - Was definitely at Man #1's. I'm gonna start recording my weekends as they happen, not after the fact. Oh! I remember now. I was tarted up a bit for the party at Andrea and Julia's. Broke in my new shot glass. They have a poster in their kitchen of a kitty dangling from a branch with the caption, "Oh shit." They also had a large spider dangling outside one of their windows. When they busted out the pictures, I hid in the corner. Eventually I had a singalong with Donald - to "Part of Your World" from the Little Mermaid - and he gave me a calling card for a gay (male) phone sex line. Thank you, Donald. I walked over to Man #1's [alone] and stayed the night.

Saturday - Woke up early for the football game against Maine. Man #1 had tailgating obligations and I was supposed to meet my mother. So I threw on one of his shirts - can't go walking around the City dressed like a tart - then showered and ate and headed off to the stadium. Mommy and sister stayed to do some work in my dorm room. At the game, Mom texted me asking if she could have some of my popcorn. I said yes, but then realised with horror that my popcorn was stored dangerously close to my bottle of vodka. I directed her to the snack farthest from my booze and hoped she didn't notice anything. I seem to have succeeded. However, I did vow to consume said vodka - about another three shots left - as soon as was prudent.

As for Saturday night, I stayed in, watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life with Dan, Kitty, Genevieve, Emily and Shawn. My roomie was out at a baseball game with an Older Man (aka grad student). I think some homework may have gotten done as well. Shock.

Sunday - What with the three-day weekend Labour Day provides, Sunday night promised some parties. However, that afternoon, Man #1 broke up with me. Whatever, right? Fuck that. Anyway, I texted Fernando, who came over and consoled me, though not in time to prevent me from downing the rest of my vodka all by myself like some kind of alcoholic.

He walked me to a party where Man #1 was drinkin' with Sam and Brady. Roomie was gone protesting the RNC. So it was me and the guys. I cleavaged my way into a free cup, which was sweet, and have a few beers to even out my hard liquor from before. We talked for awhile, sitting and drinking, then my phone rang. Carrie: "We have cake!" Me: "You have cake?" Sam: "Who has cake? I want some fucking cake!" Thus began an ultimately fruitless quest for cake in the drunken atmosphere of Iowa City. At one point we lost Fernando, and we lost Sam shortly thereafter. Brady, Man #1 and I headed north, to the building where Brady and Man #1 both live.

Man #1 walked me home, asked if I was alright, that kind of thing. When all's said and done he's a quality dude. Just doesn't do commitment well, or something. I read some Vonnegut, fell asleep. Woke up Monday morning with oodles of homework.

Weekend 1

Got back to the City on Wednesday.

Worked days. Spent lots of time with Man #1. Met a bunch of his friends, spent some nights.

Saturday night was the main party. I showed up kind of late, having started out the night with Ben and Tommy and Shawn at Ben and Tommy's place. Ben has cheap, nasty beer and Tommy has some classy, aged Irish whiskey [I later learned it was Tullamore Dew]. After a few, Ben, Shawn and I headed over to Man #1's apartment, met a bunch of people, drank (more).

Eventually there was a run to Panchero's. Delicious food was had. We hugged everyone goodbye and people parted ways for the most part. Man #1 and his roommate and their neighbor, plus Maggie and I, the girlfriends. Maggie got some; I cleaned up vomit. Next weekend he'd dump me anyway. Super fun. Men sure treat women right.

Classes start at 12:30 Monday. Woo boy.