Anyway. It's been a very busy week. Birthdays, parents, dancing, schoolwork? So much to do, and so much time to waste in between it all. Seriously.
Last weekend the parents and I made a trip to the Sam Adams brewery.
Earlier this year in Ireland, we got a glimpse of the amazing Guinness Storehouse, 7 floors of Irish and beer history, packed into an amazing interactive tour. In Dublin, you got the feeling that people were really interested in the heritage of Guinness.
Here in Boston, it goes without saying that everyone is just interested in the free beer at the end of the tour, which is why it lasts for 30 minutes and requires minimal walking and brain activity between the 2 rooms. In the gift shop, I bought a tin Sam Adams pale which will come in handy in about 2 paragraphs. And just so we're ALL clear, Sam Adams had about as much to with making the beer as Tom Cruise had to do with making Baby Suri....absolutely nothing.
On Sunday, we celebrated Trisha's 21st birthday. Like, Oh My God. Turning 21 is getting sooooo old....can't people turn something else for a change? Jusssst playing. Happy Birthday TriCIA :)
We had a small soirée upstairs, Kevin baked a ginormous 2-layer cake, WITH LIT CANDLES (take THAT dorm rules), and then it was off to the White Horse for her first legal shots.
She's a trooper, I'll tell you. After a dozen or so shots and a handful of mixed drinks, we carried her home where she threw up in my Sam Adams bucket. Looks like you were right, mom, it is a "barf bucket" after all! Clever.
A few weeks ago, my friend Julie entered me in a contest her sorority was running in conjunction with Neutrogena Men shaving products. The idea of the promotion was to "uncover campus hotties" who hide behind their 5 o'clock shadows, and then with the help of the Neutrogena products, show off their baby-faced potential.
The process involved a campus-wide vote, based on a 5 point rating system. In the end, the winners would get a free shave at a Neutrogena clinic, free stuff, cyberspace recognition and loads and loads of babes (the last one, of course, I was most interested in).
Now, I don't get involved in Greek activities here at BU, it's not my scene. And I also have never really cared about my physical appearance in comparison to someone else's. Isn't that the root of all self-esteem issues among young people in the first place? Eating disorders, unnecessary plastic surgery, MTV sluts, HELLO!
But when the opportunity came to compete in a battle royale popularity/hottie contest against frat boys living the big fat Greek life, obviously I went on an all out PR campaign to WIN THAT SHIT!
So I had to wonder: When it comes to looking good, are we all just shaving face?
Unfortunately, we are. Stuff like this doesn't really matter in the long run, but it was a lot of fun pretending to be in the big leagues for a few weeks. People I hadn't spoken to since Freshman Year stopped to tell me they voted for me, and I ate it up. Loved every second of it. So THANK YOU to everyone who voted.
As I signed in to the Official Hottie Winner's Ball (that's not what they called it, that's all me) I was asked to fill out an insurance waiver, just in case one of the barbers slipped up and sliced my throat open. "SURE!"
If you look closely at the waiver you can actually see the phrase "including death" on the list of things they are not responsible for.
I got the whole treatment. Mike did an excellent job, no nicks. Nick was there too though. So, that's ironic. I also had a small cheering section consisting of Lauren K and Eddie from my CM 514 class, and Vanessa who couldn't stop laughing at me.
And in the end? Smooth as a baby's ass. Not that I'd know what a baby's ass felt like. These guys might though. One of them went to my high school. NICE!
Peace OUT, Undercover Hotties. Have a fantastic Thanksgiving, see you when we all get back.
-evan
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