Summer recap

Today is my last day of summer! I loved my summer. Races, weather, brunches, hanging out with friends, three trips to Michigan, 90210 reruns, iced coffee, long workouts, street fests, 30th birthday, 1st anniversary, walks in the neighborhood, dog sightings...

Today's to-do list:
-lay out clothes
-laundry
-pack new backpack!
-get markers, supplies, etc. in order to take
-eyebrows (Yes, this is really on my list.)
-finish parent letter
-prepare tomorrow's coffee
-find coffee mug
-empty dishwasher
-save documents to flash drive
-clean if time
-thesis if time

I feel like I'm in high school again, looking at the items on this list. They really aren't all that different from when I was younger, aside from the fact that I didn't touch coffee until I started teaching. Thinking about what to wear, packing the bag, yesterday's washing of the makeup brushes. Yup, not too much has changed at all.

Nikolai is making me steak for my last dinner of summer. Yum! Hopefully I exhausted myself during my workout today to get my body ready for an early bedtime and even earlier wake-up.

Wish me luck with my fifth year!

Another summer of procrastination

Should I start blogging again? It seems like a good time, seeing as how I have a 40-page paper in Spanish to write. So far my distractions include 90210 reruns, but those are getting kind of old. Facebook is a fantastic distraction. I actually have to turn off my computer to get any sort of work done. But blogging might be the answer. What do you think? I know that Devon would read it. Leslie might enjoy it too. Would she be this excited?

NYE

Words cannot express how awful NYE was. I think I can safely say that it was the worst thing I've ever done. Not the worst thing I've ever done on NYE, but the worst think I've ever done in my life. I don't even know where to begin. We don't have any pictures, and words cannot really express what we experienced at this tango studio. I think I need to sum up the evening briefly at this point, because I'm just too depressed thinking about writing the details. Instead, I will ask Nikolai, Devon and Patrick to sum up their worst and best moments of NYE 2009.

Best moment of the evening:
Nikolai: When we had poured our first drinks (it was a BYOB and we brought a cooler on wheels) and nothing had gone wrong yet.
Devon: The elevator.
Patrick: When Devon leaned over and said to me, through a smile, "I hate this."

Worst moment of the evening:
Nikolai: Approaching the food table and realizing how bad the buffet was.
Devon: When Beth Dance asked us if we were having fun and asked us to not put our beer bottles in the garbage.
Patrick: Patrick's worst moment happened much earlier in the day, when he found out that the event was being held at a dance studio. He thought we were going to a restaurant.

For some reason, we didn't get out of there soon enough, and we welcomed 2009 at our small table, surrounded by 20 people all over the age of 60. Beth Dance counted down with six seconds until midnight and nobody joined in. There were no party favors, champagne, nor a TV to watch the ball drop. At 12:05 Devon and I threw our boots into her bag, we zipped up our cooler and got the hell out of there. We walked to my and Nikolai's place and busted out the Trivial Pursuit. At 2 a.m. we ordered pizza. D & P slept over and we made a huge breakfast Thursday morning. Things definitely started looking up when we popped open a bottle of champagne and took our first bites of the yummy Serbian pancakes.