As tempting as it is to sit for hours blogging, especially since I haven't written about our Dallas trip, I also need to read 30 chapters in my two history of rock textbooks. Thankfully I only have one mass comm theory book. Thus in my limited time, here is a wee ditty about my first St. Valentine's Day spent in the US.
It was the most memorable St Valentine's weekend in my life, not necessarily for romantic reasons. In fact romance had nothing to do with it. Saturday was going to be huge! The big Planet Longhorn party had been planned and I went nuts at Buffalo Exchange (my favourite place to shop) buying four dresses in my attempt to find something red to wear. But before Mum starts shaking her head, one of these dresses was a classic black Michael Kors for only $28! One day I'll have to model all my Buffalo Exchange buys.
Anyway, it was all going swimmingly. Liz, Harry and I were soaking in the atmosphere of our first American house party resplendant in red plastic cups and kegs chained to a tree. After plugging through a few cups of punch, which wasn't fizzy as I was expecting, some of us decided to kick-on for some food at a friend's house. That was great too! Fun, relaxing and really yummy. Thanks John Michael, Bart and Mark (sorry for annoying you!).
The drama began when I got home to my room at Dobie and discovered there was an extra person in there.
Naked.
With my naked room mate.
Luckily it was pitch black. After I quickly shut the door and waited in absolute bewilderment, they eventually emerged still naked wrapped in a doona and laughing hysterically. Their party continued outside on the couch while I panicked, now inside the room. What do you do in those situations? No amount of orientation had prepared me for this. So after a few minutes of pacing around, I changed into my pjs and crawled into bed, vainly trying to fall asleep amid slapping noises coming from outside. Valentine's morning 6am I managed to get to sleep with the assistance of pink fluoro earbuds.
Around midday I was awoken by the young man, still naked, using our toilet....at least three times and naked every time! Some are wondering by this point why I didn't say anything. I thought it'd be less awkward to pretend I was asleep than surprise him by alerting him that I was indeed wide awake and to put some BLOODY clothes on.
After a few days, the flashbacks gradually reduced in frequency and things are relatively back to normal here at #1505. At least I have a funny story to tell about my 22nd St Valentine's Day in the USA.
Around midday I was awoken by the young man, still naked, using our toilet....at least three times and naked every time! Some are wondering by this point why I didn't say anything. I thought it'd be less awkward to pretend I was asleep than surprise him by alerting him that I was indeed wide awake and to put some BLOODY clothes on.
After a few days, the flashbacks gradually reduced in frequency and things are relatively back to normal here at #1505. At least I have a funny story to tell about my 22nd St Valentine's Day in the USA.
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