"There's no crying in baseball!!" ~ A League of Their Own

With the start-up date for MLB pitchers and catchers rapidly approaching I got to thinking. At this point in the semester, in terms of my dating life, I feel like I've done the warm-up laps, the stretching, and the long arm toss. I've taken infield, fielded pop flies, and had some batting practice. I'm ready for opening day, let's go! Here's the thing though, I've got one minor, teeny tiny, little bitty problem....so far, all I've got are second stringers. How am I supposed to accomplish anything without any starting players? At this rate, I don't have a shot at making the playoffs.

I'm asking you now to keep your minds outta the gutter and refrain from turning my legitimate baseball metaphor into a down and dirty metaphor...

Here's the line-up from the last 3 weeks. 

1. My lead-off guy popped up to the center fielder. It looked like he had a chance to hit one over the fence but right at its peak, you could hear the crowd (in my head) go "ahhhh damn, popped him up." Classic case of a Napoleon complex: he was way shorter (and smaller) than I remembered and he tried to cover up his nerves, insecurities, etc by telling long, overly detailed stories that all somehow lead back to how awesome he is. Guys, most of us see right through this act. Please just be yourself, we might actually like ya!

2. My #2 guy hit a nice single to the outfield but got tossed out stealing 2nd. He was mega nice, really laid back, and pleasant to be around.  However considering he lives in VA, right outside of DC, and didn't know where the Key Bridge is....well that's a problem. His world was too small town for me and little too country. If I ever had to tell him that I'm moving to NYC in a few months, well I might as well tell him I'm moving to Japan because it would be the equivalent shock factor.

3. My #3 guy, as an expected #3 batter should, looked like he could have come through in the clutch. He hit a hard line drive, I'll give him that, but it was RIGHT TO the left fielder. At a certain point in the night I was waiting for him to whip out a "Bond, James Bond." His last name wasn't Bond, but he sure thought it was! I don't dislike the James Bond type as long as you can walk the walk and not just talk the talk.

4. The #4 power hitter, the guy I put a lot of faith in, I was hoping he would hit it outta the park. Unfortunately, he struck out looking....the WORST way to go down. Put it this way, he thought he was hitting a home run too (yes, re-instate your need to make my metaphor sexual at this moment) without even taking me out on a proper date. We agreed to meet outside of his apartment building when I got off from work, since his place was close by, and then together we would figure out where we wanted to go for drinks. I found him standing outside the door in slippers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt...hokaay so, I could see where this was going. "I'm young, I'm rich, I travel all over the place, we have so much in common, look at my uber fancy apartment, now sleep with me....." blah biddy blah biddy blah. After I figured out his little plan, I switched gears. "Sure, I'd looooove to see your super fancy apartment, I'm oh so impressed, how ever will I keep my pants on?!" I turned him on just enough, hit him with a killer change-up and walked out...sucker.

5. My #5 guy, unassuming and relaxed, managed to hit a nice little pop over the infielders head and right in front of the outfielders. It was one those hits that the commentators, coaches, and my dad would respond by saying, "Alright, alright a hits a hit....we'll take it" Clap clap clap. He's just hanging out on 1st base for now because I really don't know if he has what it takes to try for 2nd. I might be a little too much Sassarella for him. For now, he's TBD.

6. Hmm #6...how do I phrase this? We did a role reversal...he claimed to be casual, non-committal, and easy-going but he lied. Off the bat, he was texting me very aggressively and I found myself thinking "DO LESS." I later found out that he was drunk and drunk texting a person you've just met....really? I mean come on...really? It's one thing to be a little desperate but come on even I don't do that. I subbed in a DH for him...he didn't even make it to the plate.

I'm looking for some starters, some game-worthy, in the zone, ready for anything players. Is that too much to ask? I'm tired of sifting through these bench players...meh.

7. I'm meeting my #7 batter this week. We'll see if he can get a hit, round first, and knock #5 outta the diamond. Now let's say he lays down a bunt and I throw him out at 1st, that will mean that #5 is safe at 2nd. Or I'll decide to throw out #5 at 2nd, which will leave #7 safe at 1st. Again, this is all TBD. Fortunately, #7 is off to a good start....he's obsessed with baseball AND the NY Yankees :-)

Maybe he's my Aaron Boone and he'll hit the 11th inning homer to beat the Sox

....or maybe he's not. We shall see and I'll keep you posted.

I've got a mean curve ball so good luck and BATTER UP!

"Tumble outta bed and stumble into the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition" - Dolly Parton

I can't imagine attending a university that did not require a long haul between there and home. Sometimes I get impatient with the trip, but 95% of the time I really enjoy the time on the train or bus to relax, listen to music, get school work done, or in this case....read news sites, gossip columns, and blog.

I just came across an article on Vulture, which is nymag.com's blog about music, movies, and television, called "Eight Career Options for Romantic-Comedy Heroines". Since I've recently been trying to figure out what exactly my career is going to be AND because my life sometimes feels like a rom-com gone horribly wrong, I clicked on it. Here is what the authors came up with:

1. Medicine: career-driven, married to the job, rampant sexual encounters, and often has the guy waiting around for her to chill out and realize there is more to life than work ----- Oh yeah, that sounds like me...NOT.

2. Magazines: Pretentious, couture obsessed, and a size 2 or smaller. It also says that while these heroines often work at a fashion and lifestyle based publication, they dream of working their way up to hard news. Yeah ok, so if this were me, which sometimes I think it could be....I wouldn't dream of working my way up to hard news. Writing about shoes, DVF, and why men are from Mars and women are from Venus would be fun!

3. Food Service: Woo hoo, I've got rom-com heroine potential! If the heroine owns her own place, she is beautiful, independent, and successful. However, if she just works at a restaurant, apparently she is waiting to be saved. Feh! Gnosh on that for awhile....yeah, doesn't sit well with me either.

4. TV News: Married to her Blackberry, yada yada. This one was boring, I don't even feel like writing about it.

5. Event Planning: Glamorous, capable, and desired. Score! I could see myself doing this too. I'm an organizational freak with a passion for partying....and partying well, I might add! I agree with the article though - I'll steer clear of the wedding planning part - too Bridezilla for me.

6. Fashion: Oh man, they hate on us fashionistas! Out of touch with what really matters, gotta smudge some dirt on the Louboutins before they can fall in love and become human again kinda gals. That's just great considering I've spent a lot of years wanting to be Kelly Cutrone.

7. Writing/Publishing: "Confidence and sex appeal comes from columnists or critics" .. I like it, I love it, I want some more of it! Someone turn my blog into a column and I'll be your bestest friend forever. Hold the phone, I can't believe I just wrote that. Hellooooo, girl, wake up! I'm going to turn it into a column or book....duh.

8. Political Arm Candy: Well good grief. I can't even...I just...yeah I can't even go there. Get your own life, ladies!

So looks like I've got some rom-com heroine potential. Although, I'm a hopeless romantic and am completely convinced that my life will ultimately lead to some incredible "story of us" no matter what. That's kind of funny actually because I am a romantic and want the love story, however, I'm also a product of my mother, New Jersey, Silva Mind Control, and Oak Knoll School of the Holy Child, therefore I've already DECIDED FOR MYSELF that all of these things will happen. A bit of an oxymoron or something, isn't it? Romantic comedies are all about destiny, fate, and the universe doing what it will with your life and here I am saying, "Hi Universe, it's Christie, just to let you know, YOU WILL give me the fairytale 'meet cute' and the wonderfully romantic story. Good talk, see ya out there." Go ahead, say it because I know you're thinking it: "You would."

John Smith: Come on, honey. Come to Daddy.

Jane Smith: [after she bashes him with a teapot and headbutts him]:

Who's your Daddy now?

Hahaha wow, I'm the Angie of romantic comedies, I'm sassing the universe for goodness sake! And besides, I already have her killer bod...just sayin'.

So how about real estate/property development/property sales/etc? Does that give me some rom-com heroine status? 'Cause if it don't, then I ain't doin' it! (wink wink) I think I'm mildly (and by mildly I mean abso-effing-lutely) determined to make any field I'm in rom-com heroine worthy. And that's about all I have to say 'bout that!

"MACHO does NOT prove MUCHO" ~ Zsa Zsa Gabor

Over a year and a half ago, I met a man at a bar (red flag #1), we chatted, he was hot. Instead of asking for my phone number before we parted ways, he friended me on Facebook via his Blackberry (red flag #2). Over the course of the summer, we exchanged pin numbers and would frequently bbm...late night (red flag #3). The late night bbm conversations turned into daytime conversations, except from the beginning, he was never wavering in his intent....to get me naked (Sorry, Dad / red flag #4). I resisted and resisted and continued to resist. He was relentless and let me tell you the will power I exerted that entire summer, fall, winter, and spring. His nickname, therefore, is "Sexaholic J" (SJ for short)....in order to distinguish him from all of the other J-named guys I date, this is what the girls and I have affectionately come to call him.

Anyway, this most recent summer, I finally gave in and drove my ass to a bar close to where he lives (I know I know). I saw him two other times this summer and not one of those meetings was overly fantastic. He muttered a few words here and there, but basically spent most of our time together counting down the seconds until it was appropriate for him to try (yet again) to bring me back home straight to his bed (red flag #5,500,500000000). 

Sometime in September he contacted me AGAIN! Geez, what is it with you people with the penises? Ya just can't let it go when a girl turns you down. The thrill of the g.d. chase, the challenge, I am macho man hear me roar! Over it. I told him I'm having way to much fun in DC to even be bothered with his bs and I deleted him from my bbm contacts. So there, macho man. I am Sassarella, hear ME roar, biotch.

Anywhooozle, January 2011 comes around and SJ contacts me to wish me a happy birthday. We re-instate our bbm friendship and occasionally engage in flirtatious banter. I explicitly tell him from day 1 (round 55 of us talking) that I have absolutely no interest in a "buddy" (if ya know what I mean...again, I'm sorry, Dad) and that if he has an interest in taking me out and treating me like a lady instead of Jessica Rabbit then I'm game. SJ is a 33 year old man boy, he's telling me about how his friends are all getting engaged, and that he's not looking for a buddy either...he wants to get wifed up. I'm skeptical but I kept thinking how different I am now than the last time I saw him and I chose (as usual) to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he had grown up too. 

This whole past week, we talked loosely about getting together Friday night. He agreed to pick me up, take me out, and assured me several times that he was going to take it seriously. Well, don't ya know it, that come Friday night he suddenly is trying to convince to drive to where he lives! I laid out a plan that I thought was appropriate (and fair!) and told him to take it or leave it. You can probably assume that he left it. He kept giving me lame excuses as to why it would be such a challenge for him to get from Bergen County to where I live..."I drove around a lot for work today, please just to come me, I promise I'll make it worth it." ... Poor wittle baby, does he think I'm that naive?!

I told him that the effort he was willing to make (which was basically no effort at all) is the effort of a guy looking strictly for sex and not the effort of a guy looking for sex with a possibility of more.  I mean because, let's be serious, you with the penises are always looking for sex. The last bbm I sent him said something like, "Does it ever feel like shit lying right through your teeth?" So I was a little dramatic but I didn't even wait to see the little "R" indicating that he had read it before I deleted him from my contacts and then went on Facebook and de-friended him. I'm done. There's gotta be someone and some relationship out there waiting for me that I don't have to work this hard. 

I thought that after all this time there's gotta be a reason why he keeps popping back into my life. There's gotta be a reason why I always thought his sexual banter was hilarious instead of disgusting (he had a charming way about him). I thought that maybe this time it would finally work out the way I wanted it to. Damn you, Nora Ephron!

Michael Scott: Well someone told me that Holly would be here,

single, and ready to date and we all got mislead.

Pam: Who told you that?

Michael Scott: Nora Ephron and every romantic comedy ever made.

There are a myriad of issues I could further discuss that stemmed from this situation, but I'm going to choose the Facebook issue to dive into. The fact that we were Facebook friends deeply impacted our relationship because I was privy to his world outside of me. I saw pictures of him with his friends and family, I saw his funny status updates, and felt like I knew him when really I didn't know him at all. I wanted to know the side of SJ that I saw through Facebook. If I had never seen the Facebook side, I can guarantee you that our bbm relationship would have stopped that initial summer we met.

To "friend" or not to "friend" ... that is the question. My answer: don't do it. You end up creating an idealized version of a person in your head. You start picturing yourself meeting his friends and going to the places he goes (don't deny it, we all do it) and it's just not healthy or realistic. Until you have a solid foundation and an indication that there is legit potential, my advice is to avoid a Facebook friendship. Even if at the time you tell yourself that you're completely okay with a casual relationship and that a Facebook friendship won't change anything....lies....it will change everything.

So peace out forever, Sexaholic J, it was a real treat knowing ya. Not that I think I'll need it because I'm so absurdly turned off by his games at this point, but I now have all of you to hold me accountable to this "peace out forever" stance. On to the next one!

DJ CFabb: "Scotty...SCOTTY! Take it down a notch!" - Dr. Evil

Christie...Christie...CHRISTIE! "Take it DOWN a notch!" 

Alright so I'm calling myself out on this one....in my last post I fabulously tied in a T.I. quote about being "back" but it looks like I lied. My bad. That post was all the way back on January 18th and here is the next post, very late on this February 3rd night. So I'm using this weekend, since I'm going home to the Dirty Jerz, to break up the lack of blogging pattern. I'm going to go home, "recharge the batteries, shut down the engines, and get myself back to neutral".  This is necessary since if I had posted any blogs recently they would have all consisted of stories that include Trey busting out from behind the bar to do the Footloose dance, Oscar spraying me from behind the bar with the soda gun, Mr. DJ Aubrey making me wait all night to hear "One Clap" by refusing to play it until the last song, or Oscar pouring warm, rail gin down my throat.....all of which happened at The Whale, of course. I'm also completely birthday-ed out....mine, Meghan's, and Jackie's are within days of each other...all fantastic times but I'm pooped!

So to start the process of getting back into the swing of things, I'm going to share with you a fantastic new musical obsession: Boyce Avenue. If you already know of them then how dare you for not sharing with me and if you don't...well, you can thank me later. I stumbled upon these guys earlier today and since then I have downloaded 8 of their songs, saved a bunch of others on a YouTube playlist, and researched when they are playing live in DC (March 16th at the Rock & Roll Hotel for $15...yup, I'm goin' fo show. Buy tix HERE.


The sound of these three brothers fits perfectly into the spirit of relaxing and taking a break. I'm definitely adding these few to the playlist for the Amtrak ride tomorrow.....enjoy, suckaaas!

Look them up on YouTube, they've covered a lot popular songs.

These are a few of my favorites:

"Fast Car" - Tracy Chapman cover by Boyce Avenue and Kina Grannis


"Will You Be There" - Michael Jackson cover by Boyce Avenue


"Find Me" - Boyce Avenue
(check out some of their originals too - some are better than the covers! Woot!)

Mmmkay, so I promise I'm coming back fo realsies this time.

Feel free to smack me if I don't post something new within a few days

Peace & Love

Someone Had to Say It....

"Where the heck have you been, Sassarella?!" Well I was home in the dirty Jerz but "flash like that, recognize I'm back!" Unlike T.I., I'm not back from jail but I'm back from a long and lazy vacation that I spent almost completely on the couch watching "Without A Trace" marathons.

I spent this past weekend celebrating my birthday and my return to my beloved DC bar scene. I would like to send out special thank yous to the girly girls who took me out to dinner and to The Sign of the Whale and Rhino crew members who made this one of the most absurd weekends....ever. Including an off-the-wall Sunday Funday!

So anyway, now that I'm back in town, I'm also starting to get back into my routine of reading blogs and news sites every morning. A big topic of discussion is the Golden Globe fashion, winners, and most notably Ricky Gervais. The Daily Beast has a headline that reads: "Ricky Gervais: Too Far or Too Frickin' Funny?"

Yes, the jokes made me laugh out loud and it was certainly one of the least boring openings to an award show that I've ever seen but I also found that my jaw dropped at several of his references.

If you know me well enough, or even just starting to get to know me through this blog, you would probably assume that I would tell everyone to get over it and take a joke. HOWEVER, Sassarella does have a heart and the issue that I have with his jokes is that they hit nerves. The joke about Charlie Sheen...yes, he's an immature butthead with addiction problems so whatever fine make fun of him but I'm guessing Denise Richards and her children didn't find it so amusing. It was like when something really awful happens to you and friend makes a joke out of it, you don't find it funny, and they end up asking "Ooooo too soon?"

The Tom Cruise reference was a low blow too. I happen to believe that there is good chance he is homosexual but that's his business (come on, Tom, just puhhlease tell us already!) Either way, he poked fun at insecurities and issues that those people probably already feel bad about. However, the "Sex & the City 2" joke was right on the money.

The joke about "The Tourist" was again, right on the money, but really? You're going to make fun of Angelina Jolie, Johnny Depp, and the producers of the movie who are all sitting right there.....you got some balls, Mr. Gervais. What do you think? Did he go to far? Or am I over-reacting?

Robert Downey Jr. had a problem with the jokes, calling them "mean spirited" but his speech was HILARIOUS. The actresses he had fun with needed to lighten up. Some of them looked downright in pain when he was clearly just playing around and not personally attacking them.

Julianne Moore and Annette Bening had fun with it, meanwhile, "Angie" and Emma Stone were slightly biotchy. Besides, I love RD Jr with a passion / he said "Just saying...." so of course I loved the speech. I also liked how he complimented them afterward, which wasn't appropriate for Gervais to do, so the biotches needed to loosen up!

The truth can hurt but someone had to say it..........or did he?

Save the Drama for Your Mama

I have an announcement: I'm officially a mommy. New Year's Eve got a little out of control and ya know one thing leads to another and ut oh....

PSYCHE!

I got my first baby yesterday, a Louis Vuitton. I can't even tell you how long I have wanted one but I saved up some ca$h, got help from my family, and BOOM here he is :-) Of course the one I wanted was sold out at the LV store, but Neiman Marcus had ONE left! The women in the store were talking about "my first Louis" literally like it was my first child, silly but true. For something so simple, going to a store and buying a handbag, it generated a lot of thoughts yesterday...

1) I'm walking around the mall thinking, "Am I really going to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on a handbag?" I was thinking about how many other things I could be buying or places I could be traveling to and yet, all I wanted was this bag.

2) Then my thoughts went to, "Well, I shouldn't feel so terrible about it." Why? Because this bag is sold out everywhere, including online, so apparently I'm not the only one who thinks it is worth the moolahh. Yes, it's insane, but at the same time it's not at all. I'll admit that I did have to call my mom and talk about it because "I just can't spend this much money and not tell someone about it."

3) Ok so the bag is bought and I send Lauren a picture of it nicely packaged up in the famous LV brown bag (with a bow, of course). She first responded "Congrats on your new baby!" and followed it up with "I better get to see little Louis tonight." Ever since then I can't help but personify the bag.

4) I got home from the mall, opened it up, and transferred my stuff from my old bag into Little Louis. All I could think about was how I wanted to take Little Louis everywhere! It was a surge of energy and since I've been so ridiculously lazy at home I feel like Louis is helping snap me out of it. I kept thinking of the scene in 13 Going on 30 when the little girl in the elevator admires Jennifer Garner's dress and JG responds, "that's cause I've got these incredible boobs to fill it out!" In my case, I keep thinking, "I wanna go here and here and do this and that" why? CAUSE I'VE GOT THIS INCREDIBLE BAG TO TAKE WITH ME!

Check out the 1:00 mark

Little Louis was 100% my motivation for going to the gym yesterday too - "Little Louis needs a skinny arm to rest on, obvs!" (Anything in quotes are things that I thought yesterday or even said out loud)....."Little Louis, this is the car and this is the passenger seat that you will spend a lot of time resting on" ... "Little Louis, this is the Lifetime gym, where I'll work on looking good for you" ... "Little Louis, meet Lauren's Louis" ... and finally, "Little Louis, no food or drinks for you at Nonna's tonight"

HAHAH. Yes, I'm a whack-a-doo, but the funniest part is that I'm not alone in this. Between the women at the store, Lauren, and even my mom we are all talking about this bag as if it really is my new baby.

As superficial as it is, it's still an exciting purchase. I genuinely feel like it's a motivator to get out there and do things in life because it's just not as fun walking around the house with it on my arm as it is out and about. It also represents a life out there that I want one day. I know I have to work hard and make something of myself since I want Little Louis to have a brother! As long as you keep your feet on the ground and your nose out of the air, I don't think there's anything wrong with a material purchase giving you happiness or motivation or whatever it is in your life that you need.

 Little Louis and I have some errands to run today so off we go!

Weekend Warrior: "Go Stags"

sea grape: A small tropical American tree growing on 

sandy beaches and having large, glossy, leathery, rounded leaves and 

hard purplish fruit arranged in grapelike cluster

Thursday Night: Two girls who haven't seen each other in foreva + one road trip to Fairfield + two 12 oz cans of Sugar Free Red Bull = one very intense best friends word vomit. Lauren and I are the type of friends who talk A LOT but this was on a whole new fabulous level. Well, maybe it wasn't new but the last time we that kind of quality time together was way back when in August. We had a lot of life to catch up on! Finally, we got to Lauren's house in time to change, finish up make-up and hair, and pop open the Goose. Lauren's style of drinking is quite unique - a shot of vodka, chased with Red Bull, and a bite size sour dough pretzel. Hey, when in Rome! I followed suit and I have to say, it was an interesting experience that I might bring back to Georgetown with me (You never feel full! It's wonderful).

Anyway, we trekked through the snow and ice to a few of her friends' houses before heading to the Sea Grape Cafe, or as everyone calls it "The Grape" (I think I asked what the heck a sea grape is 100 times). Lauren introduced me to people she doesn't even know, we danced, we wrote our names on the chalkboards, and I witnessed a sight that I will never forget. I told Lauren that some random girl gave Lauren's name on the chalkboard the middle finger. This girl happened to be dancing with a boy so Lauren turns to me and says, "Watch this...." (very seductively). She proceeds to dance up on this poor boy who was clearly very tempted by the booty-shaking Lauren Ann but knew what would happen if he gave in to her. Middle finger girl was not having it - and she gave him the look like "take another step towards that really hott girl and you ain't gettin' ANY tonight." It was fantastically absurd.

It's really different being out at another school although, true to form, I managed to meet the door guy (Jerry), two bartenders (Carlos and Kevin) and their cousin, Melanie! Since the bars close at 12:30ish everyone goes back to the house parties after the bar (weird, I know). This place is like summer camp. All the houses are in a fenced in community connected by pathways, they all have porches so you can see what's going on at the parties, everyone knows each other, and then there's the beach. Yup, camp for 20 somethings with better facilities and alcohol....pretty cool.

So Friday we spent all day on the couches of Lauren's living room, with the exception of an hour or so for dinner at Bertucci's with Maggie. I think times like this really show how great of friends two people can be. It's one thing to go out, dance, have some drinks, and think "wow, we really have a good time together" but it's another thing to literally be totally fine with sitting around, staring at each other, talking and laughing for HOURS. We people watched out her front window, read out loud 15 pages of damnyouautocorrect.com, and judged people on facebook (don't act like you don't do it). We got to talking about our friendship for a minute and then had to stop because Lauren teared up thinking about how we've been friends for 8 years (and that's why I love her).

This one was our favorite

"Ohh baguette" became the official saying of the trip,

considering we said it in response to everything

Finally, it was time to get off our butts and get ready for NYE. Maggie and Taylor came over for some Goose, Red Bull, and pretzels and of course a Michael Jackson sing-a-long before heading back to The Grape. The Grape kinda feels like you're in someone's garage that was made into a bar. The dart boards and lack of anything resembling an atmosphere make this an ultimate college/beach bar and it's completely perfect for what it is. I can't even imagine how much beer is spilled on the floors on a weekly basis because the entire crowd is Fairfield seniors. Except, this weekend, I knew more people than I ever expected to - Georgetown, Oak Knoll, St.E's and Delbarton were well represented as was my home town! It was awesome.

We left The Grape at around 10ish? to go to the packed beach houses. I can't stress enough how different life is at different colleges - we rarely ever go to house parties anymore at Georgetown because the bars are so available to us. Also, being on the beach is so bizarre. To countdown to midnight everyone went out on the beach: HAPPY 2011! It was very Gossip Girl-esque - picture a bunch of very well-dressed kids in high heels, bottles of champagne, on the beach, and a full moon to ring in the new year. Then all of a sudden ohhh baguettes your feet are covered in snow and sand and you've been drinking since 7:30pm. Definitely time for Uggs. I went back to Lauren's house for a shoe change and Lauren went back for a quick cat nap, gotta love her. And just in case you were wondering....the position for Christie's first kiss of 2011 has been filled :-) Who was it you ask? Get real, a lady never kisses and tells. The night ended well: Jacqui quoted my dad for while "So, you playin' ball?", I walked on the beach in January, and made new friends. 2011 is off to a good start!

Gossip Girl cast - Yup, it kinda looked like this, just add some sand!

Anyway, we made moves early on Saturday to head home to Jersey. Craving Nonna's Grandma pizza, we stalker called Andrew the entire way home only to find out Nonna's was closed - bummer. I think I also had a delayed hang over. I was fine all morning until the last 15 minutes of the car ride when I felt a little loopy. I got home, face planted on the couch to watch the PSU game (poor Joe Pa, I thought we had it!) and did not move all day and night.

I was unsure of what this NYE would be like because I've learned that it is one of the most over-rated nights of the year. Expectations are so high and the pressure to have "the best time ever" is great. However, I'm really glad I decided to go to FU with Lauren because I've really missed her and I genuinely had a great time. I also think that college seniors should be given an extra semester to visit friends at other schools. We get so used to doing things the same way at our own schools, and even though I don't think I could do the Fairfield routine every weekend, I'm glad I got to experience it.

I hope your NYE plans turned out as

successful as mine did and Happy 2011, everyone!