Life After Connecticut College

...This Saturday, Mitch and I are having a party because he is turning 25 on Monday (yeah I know, it's weird living with a senior citizen). What I like most about throwing a party at the apartment is that it's really the only thing that motivates me to clean the bathroom (maybe I should have just kept that fact to myself). I thought about trying to put together a surprise party, but that guy has the reflexes of a highly-caffeinated Burmese tiger, so in the interest of the safety of my jugular I try to startle him as infrequently as possible.

This week, my aforeblogged-about friend Laurel is in town to do some research with the Physics department, so it'll be nice to have some fresh blood around (that came out a little more vampiric than I had intended). Last night we went out to dinner at Margarita's in Mystic, which was great because I love Mexican food and could eat it all day everyday (although if I actually did that, I'd probably have to start throwing more parties in order to keep the bathroom anywhere close to sanitary (that was gross)). As is apt to occur with young people, the conversation eventually turned to relationships. It turns out that neither of us has had any successful projects recently, and accordingly I at one point said, "Ugh, I need a new chick," to which Laurel responded exasperatedly, "Yeah, I could use a new dude." This relatively unremarkable exchange was rendered humorous by the fact the we said this just as our waitress came by to see if we needed anything; judging from her nervous and uncomfortable facial expression, I'm pretty sure she thought that Laurel and I were a couple that had just had a really laid-back breakup. Of course, neither of us did anything to indicate otherwise or to alleviate the waitress's unease (hey, she gets paid to bring us piping-hot nachos, not to feel good about her customers). Fortunately, I did convince Laurel, who astute blog readers know has recently turned 21, to become my wingwoman for when we go to bars in New London, so hopefully our mutual singleness will be undone in the near future.

Well, that'll about do it for recent happenings in my life. Tonight I'm thinking about seeing a movie, but the only ones I really want to go to are Walk Hard and Juno, both of which seem like such great date movies that I feel like I should hold off on seeing them should the tides of romance flow in my favor (or would they ebb in my favor? I dunno, this metaphor doesn't really make sense). Maybe I'll just go see P.S. I Love You alone and then cry myself to sleep afterwards. Sounds like a fun Tuesday!